Giddy up!

On the way home from Bo's birthday brunch today, we saw a guy on a horse trotting down 11th St. I made Angela slow down so I could wave at the rider and ask if I could pet his horse. He offered to let me ride. I flew out of the car, put a foot in the stirrup, and threw my other leg over the saddle as if I were a pro. It's been years since I've ridden a horse. It was a little scary, but mostly exciting. The horse is a five year old quarterhorse named Sandman and his owner is Elvis, a nice gentleman from Manor who owns four other horses.

It was a pleasant treat.