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We had horses on the farm when I was very young. Wife had never ridden though, so for her 50th we went on a trail ride to a winery in VA. I had a nice quarter horse and after the ride, he kept nudging me. I’m thinking I still got it…horse whisperer and all…I had forgotten the cabin we stayed in gave us one of those string backpack type things with some snacks in it. Yeah, he smelled the apple!🤣


The red horse will rub his long head on me. Sometimes it's to scratch it and chase away any flies. Mostly, it's to give my pockets a going over to see if I have horse goodies that I'm not sharing. but that he wants. That's about all the whispering I got.
 
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I make this recipe where you take chicken thighs and you wrap them in bacon and then you sprinkle chili powder brown sugar and red pepper flakes on and bake until they're done and it is delicious. I sort of stretch out my bacon so you get a really thin piece around each chicken thigh that way crisps up better
Mmmmmmmmmm nice
 
Is everything OK hun?
Just dreading work and the idiocy of it qll... I have to work but it is everything in me.....
Synopsis of the conversation is that a med practice decided that our "numbers" were wrong and instead of trusting the database (that we have been using since the beginning) or saying "let me look into it qnd get back with you" my stupid coworker said oh you must be right and the practice coach just went right along with him (because she is a sniveling cry baby bleeding heart ass kisser)...so they just changed the numbers on the database and then started talking about populating my data to "do me a favor"..... fuck I dont need any favors from these fuck ups. I was off 2 days...2 days..... fuck fuck fuck

I can't even take time off without these stupid fucks doing something and messing things up ....

And I immediately crave junk food to medicate my stress.... it is no wonder I am fat.....
 
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Just dreading work and the idiocy of it qll... I have to work but it is everything in me.....
Synopsis of the conversation is that a med practice decided that our "numbers" were wrong and instead of trusting the database (that we have been using since the beginning) or saying "let me look into it qnd get back with you" my stupid coworker said oh you must be right and the practice coach just went right along with him (because she is a sniveling cry baby bleeding heart ass kisser)...so they just changed the numbers on the database and then started talking about populating my data to "do me a favor"..... fuck I dont need any favors from these fuck ups. I was off 2 days...2 days..... fuck fuck fuck

I can't even take time off without these stupid fucks doing something and messing things up ....

And I immediately crave junk food to medicate my stress.... it is no wonder I am fat.....
Sweetie don't even do that. Just because they are idiots don't make yourself suffer. You shouldn't take out them being idiots on yourself.
 
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