>>>> Anyway, the caption at the bottom of the poster said.. "Somewhere, >>>> someone is tired of putting up with her sh*t."
I've hosted a Liz Graves clinic two years running, after attending one the prior year. They've been blasts, but hosting one is somewhat distracting and certainly adds to the work. Anyway, two years ago, a woman signed up with two beautiful horses, a RMH and a SSH. The woman wasn't a lot younger than I am, but was petite and slender, a blue-eyed blonde with a strong resemblance to Michele Pfeiffer. I soon realized that the woman was not only beautiful, but was fabulously wealthy with a "summer home" probably worth twice what my full-time-one-and-only farm would bring...and my farm is in an expanding area that has seen some serious real estate inflation over the past ten year. sigh... Anyway, at the end of the first day of the clinic, Cary and I were getting ready to go to dinner with the group and were in our bedroom changing clothes. In a rush, I sort of stepped in front of him, and in his typical deadpan tone, he joked, "Hey! Watch it. I'm in the mood to spank a petite middle-aged woman, and you're the closest one." The woman was pampered, beautiful (if slightly past her prime) and wealthy, but just being around her casually for one day had put Cary in a foul mood. Ever been around a person so needy that they just seem to suck the air out of the gathering? That was her. Forget the Michelle Pfeiffer resemblance... after less than 24 hours, Cary was indeed "tired of putting up with her sh*t." Karen Thomas, NC
