Oh, Hai. (PIX)

"We've been dating for about two and a half months now, and by Jupiter's cock it's been the best two and a half months of my life." - The Boyfriend



My boyfriend.

Yeah, he can be pretty awesome.

Mike took me horse back riding yesterday (well, technically today since I haven't gone to sleep yet).
Since I didn't have a clue where we were going (it was a surprise, which made for very confusing directions), I didn't really know if I should take my camera. And once I did realize where we were going, I thought it was logical to leave my lovely, delicate camera off of the three hundred pound horse I was mounted on.

More or less.

So, I don't have any pictures of horses, which I slightly regret, but if it kept them from flailing around and flipping me off of them, I was glad to comply.

I had this cute white horse. The majority of the time he/she stayed nice and calm.

However, my horse apparently did not like my boyfriends horse, and would sort of flip out every time Mike trotted up beside my horse.

I wonder what happens in those stables when no one's there...

Anyway. the majority of the time, it was pretty cool. We and about 7 others went like, a mile on this dirt trail.
My horse thought he/she was special and started to walk up a small mountain to eat grass.
After getting he/she off of said mountain, we trotted along fine, and continued to follow directly behind whatever horse was in front of it. He/she seemed to like doing that.

When we got back to the stables, we all sat on our horses in a row, waiting to get off. But again, my horse got distracted by some flowers. And when I went to nudge him/her forward, they kind of just... stood there at the gate. I nudged again, and no dice. My horse like, broke or something. So about three minutes later the lady came over and helped the horse along.

Dear god, I wish I never got off that thing. I couldn't walk for about five minutes. We got off onto this raised step, and the step down is steep, and I nearly tipped over. Then my feet had some issues figuring out where the ground started. My ass still hurts, and I think it's bruising. Well worth it, though.

On the ride home, poor Mike had to be subject to my photos. After a few minutes of, "LOOK AT THE DAMN CAMERA!" he finally did for like .3 seconds.

I SUCCEEDED.

He doesn't think he takes good photos (does he know who's taking the pictures, here?!), so everyone, tell him how pretty he looks.

I promise, he's not really this yellow. 

So now, I'm off to take a really, really hot shower and wash all of the dust out of my hair, then snuggle in bed for the next fourteen hours.