Sweet Gummi Mary! You'd think we torture The Pony on a daily basis, twice on Saturdays! We rarely ask anything of him. Just to take out the trash, and pull the dumpster to the end of the driveway and back once a week. In return, he gets free rent, free food, free heat, free light, free internet, free DISH TV, free phone, a free scratcher every day, and an undisturbed two-hour-plus nightly soak in a big triangle tub with jets.
It's not like The Pony to complain. But sometimes his attitude evokes a response. Like Friday.
Farmer H called around noon, to ask if The Pony was up yet. Of course. He's up before me. Farmer H further inquired as to The Pony's cleanliness and wardrobe. "Is he dressed? Has he had a shower?" Yes. So Farmer H directed me to inform The Pony that his presence was requested at the Storage Unit Store to bear the burden of FREE food from The Ponytail Guy back to the Mansion. The Pony was less than thrilled with the task.
"Remember back in high school, when I told you, 'Things will never be any easier than they are right now.' Remember? Well, THEY ARE NOW! I don't know why you're sighing like that. Dad says he will load it. You don't even have to get out of the car. Just drive up there and back home, then carry it in. I don't know what you're SIGHING about! This will take 10 minutes there, and 10 minutes back."
"It's just that it's an extra trip. I'm already riding to town with you to get pizza."
"Oh, that's SO HARD! You have to sit in the car playing with your phone, walk in to get pizza from a drawer, then sit in the car and EAT PIZZA! Enjoy it while you can. Eventually you'll have to get a job and live on your own and WORK ALL DAY."
Yeah. I guess the day's agenda didn't look so bad then. After one last sigh, The Pony was off to town. He was in a fairly good mood on the pizza run. I don't think there will ever be a time from now on that his life is any easier!
If his life were any easier he wouldn't even have to get out of bed except for the bathroom. When he gets a job he'll get a big surprise. More so if he has to leave home and live on his own again.
ReplyDeleteIf you want to warm up your microscopic violin, I will warm up mine, and we can play a sad, sad song for The Pony's plight...
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeleteYeah, and then walking six steps would be too much! The Pony will definitely have to whip himself into shape to gain stamina for a full-time job. But first he has to get a job!
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Sioux,
Every rose has its thorn, every night has its dawn, and Sioux and HM sing a sad, sad song!
You are so demanding!! Poor pony is so put upon.
ReplyDeleteKathy,
ReplyDeleteThat's the way THE PONY sees it! I have to keep him in check sometimes. He's not getting free rein from me!