Bad day for men

He is tall, fair and handsome. She is dark, vivacious and pretty. When they met they discovered that they BOTH love horses! (what they don't know about horses, science and technology could be put in a pamphlet entitled "Irrelevant"). On trail rides the problem is they can't focus on how to get from here to there long enough to actually do it<g>. So they came over to the barn to learn how to get around the mountain from some of us dumb folk whose sole goal in life is to keep track of what we're doing and how to do it.

We started at a torrid pace with him leading on his older gaited horse followed by several of us on Arabs (naturally). I had to come back after two hours to meet a lady whose tattoos I can touch but only in accordance with her multitudinous, restrictive, unsporting rules<g>. But they went on. Several hours later I saw a bunch of bright eyed, neck and tail arched arabs coming up the drive. The girlfriend said "help us find him". Seems they had gotten almost back when his older horse tired and dropped back and he missed a turn thereby preserving their perfect record of getting lost on *every* ride on the mountain.

He wasn't real happy to see us since he felt his "little woman" had deserted him out in the woods. Nor was he heartened by my advice that if he didn't want to get lost again that he should get an Arab!

Have Fun!