Tara did Clinton Anderson groundwork in the round pen with Primo until I thought I would have a stroke. But I didn't, and he finally learned what he was supposed to. Now I'm too wiped out to go to karate...
Tara is just waking up after a "girl's night" with McKenna, complete with a chick flick (my choice), an anime (her choice), enough snacks to choke a horse and a sleep-over. We even let Petunia Sugar-Biscuits join us (hey, she's a girl, too!).
Tara got back from our perfect weekend in Portland at 1:00am Tuesday morning, rode Primo for the first time in 2 weeks (when he stepped on a pointy rock and it perforated his hoof, but he's better now) at 12:30pm, had karate class at 6:15pm, conned McKenna into being the Tooth Fairy (she preferred Tooth Ninja) for Peyton at 8:30pm, and dropped...
Tara is waiting for the trolley to take us to the Morrocon (Moroccon? Whatever...) restaurant where we will done on couscous with the sultan, and be entertained by bell dancers! Party!!
Tara is on the train to Portland for a fun-filled weekend. I'm enjoying the gorgeous Oregon scenery while Bob naps and Pey watches a movie. Traveling by train is a HOOT!
Tara had my private karate belt test last night (I had to sit out of the group one because of my pneumonia), and I passed! I am officially a blue belt now! Woohoo! And I'm also sore and tired...