Horsies and Pwnies.

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Well, after much weeping, gnashing of teeth, and tearing through of boxes, I finally located three items that have been very difficult to all find at one time:

- My camera
- My camera battery
- My camera battery charger

I found the camera and charger first, and then the battery about 30 minutes later. Once I found it, I put it on the floor, and danced in circles around it, roughly how an overjoyous football player would dance around a football after getting an incredible touchdown. See Heather for details on how this dance looked.

Anyway, I decided to have a picture post! Here we go.

The beautiful wife, in her natural habitat (doing word and number puzzles at home), who will be holding down the fort during my journey.

The big (well, medium sized) red barn that the horsies and pwnies spend their nights in. It’s a good life, I guess.

This is Echo. He’s a prettyboy, blonde hair, and his whole body is that light tan color. By far the prettiest horse, and Heather’s favorite.

This is Drifter and Ranger. Being very inquisitive about why I was there, and what that flashy thing in my hand was, they watched whatever I did, wherever I was in the barn.

Now, on to the pwnies!

Meet the crown jewel of the barn. Not because he’s the best trained or most rare or the most talented pony, but because of his name. Yes, this is Al Caponey, in the flesh. It’s hard to get a handle on his height, but the hands you see in the picture are of a lady who’s about 5′6″, if thats any help.

This is me doing my best pony impression, along side Stetson, the other pony resident of the barn. Stetson has this goofy look about him, that I am clearly trying to mimic.

And finally, this is Drifter, previously mentioned, showing you just how awesome and awe-inspiring the nostrils and mouth of a horse can be, when thats all you can see of it.

FL: The Slow Movement