My birth days suck, it’s just how it rolls and I just try to deal the best I can. This birth day was supposed to be different cause I was going to cuddle baby monkeys all day and night. I didn’t and it wasn’t. I consoled myself with ½ bottle of Fat Bastard (wine, not a person). But! Advertisements
When the newborns are brought in they are cared for by loving humans 24/7 and are never alone again. Their humans do everything for them, the babies pee and shit and crawl all over them and we smile and tell them how awesome they are.
My flight was to leave at 11:30 am Dec.24/16, Saturday. At 2am, Dec.23/16, Friday, I woke gasping for air. I was to find out later from the emerg doctor I had pneumonia. NONONONONONO Despite my hysterical explanation that I was going to Africa and I couldn’t possibly have pneumonia he stuck to his diagnosis.
By the time we started our lesson the light had softened and the paddock was quiet. Most of the grooms had gone home for the day so we groomed and tacked our own horses.
Some days we don’t have anything to do with the horses. It feels strange but I guess it is good to give your ass a rest once in a while. 🙂