confession
Bless me Father for I have sinned. It's been 25 years since my last confession but this one thing just sticks in my craw. I did willfully and deliberately malign the great Arabian breed to make time with a woman. This waitress, where my Mom and I go every week, who's afflicted with a crush on me but tries to hide it by ignoring me and rolling her eyes when I explain the nicities of how I want my dinner, came up to our table as my Mom asked if I'd ridden my Arabian horse lately. The waitress said I must have ridden all my life if I was riding an Arabian and catching her inference I said Yep, as wild, crazy quick and spooky as they are, I got a velcro butt and hang on them loco cayuses! Her eyes got big and round and she asked if I entered alot of competitions. I told her I did ProAm Competitive Trail Rides neglecting to mention the goal of these is to take a leisurely trail ride and the winners are judged as the ones that look like they've done the least work. Since I have a natural proclivity for this kind'a thing, I lament more opportunities don't exist in American culture to reward ...
Eh, Father? Oh, No I didn't make any time with her ... for which I am heartily sorry , too.... I mean , I will be heartily sorry when ... well, you know what I mean ..
Man!, I better get the Hell out'a here fore he makes me join the AHR or AHA as a penance!
have fun
bob