First, if you're coming here from The Bloggess, then welcome! Second, if you're not coming here from The Bloggess, then Hi Mom!
So yeah, you're probably here because you saw Jenny's post about how I sponsored half of her beloved Pony Danza. The ass-half, let's make that clear right now. Because ever since a petting zoo pony tried to eat my braid when I was little, the teeth-ends of those things scare the crap out of me.
Yes. I much prefer the crap-end.
My money has gone to good use today.
Like seriously, THIS is why I suffer through the everyday mundane of the accounting world. So that when an opportunity like this arises, I can jump at it, I can use the money I've earned depreciating office furniture and pretending to reconcile bank statements while actually secretly watching Downton Abbey on my iPad, toward something that, let's face it, is bigger than me, something IMPORTANT.
|Via Top Hat Taxidermy.|
So, as you can tell, it's been a good day. A very very good day. Such a good day in fact that I decided I needed something to commemorate it. And since Ryan said I couldn't print and frame the photo of Pony Danza's better half, to hang on the wall by our bed, I decided instead to purchase this:
Seller: kadaland ( 685 )
|Brown Standing Horse Realistic Taxidermy Replica Figurine Furry Animal Racing ( 130670233775 )|
A very miniature (like 21") version of Pony Danza made (in a humane manner, I checked) of goat's hide over a molded form.
He is going to live on my desk during the moments he is not trotting off to terrorize Ryan.
Now he just needs a name.
Tiny Danza maybe? Any other ideas?
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go. I am a very busy accountant and my lunch break is over and I have to go research possible ways to write-off pony butts on my next year's tax return.
But if you've got some time to kill, check out my Popular Posts on the sidebar. My husband especially enjoys the stories of all the times he tried to ruin Christmas.
Tiny Danza is heeeerrrrreee!!
He was left on my doorstep today. I got home from work and saw the package and scooped it up and hugged it to my chest and whispered "You're home little one." And then I swear I heard a sweet little horse-voice from inside the box whinny "Hold Me Closer, I'm Tiny Danza." So I did.
And then I went inside and ran up four fucking flights of stairs only pausing for breath three times.
The next house I get is totally going to be a ranch. OHMYGOSH and then I will have real horses. And Ryan and I can race them down to the crick on Sunday afternoons and I will win because Ryan is crap at riding horses.
|Hi I'm Ryan. Do you like my hat and backpack? They match.|
There are SO many reasons to move to a ranch.
I am letting the plot get away from me here...
So anyway, I ran up ALL the stairs to find Ryan (who had totally gotten home before me and left Tiny Danza to fend for himself in the wilds of our front step because "I'm never touching that thing or the box it came in. Plus it's not like it was going to like, canter away into the sunset.")
And I ripped open the box and pulled my horse out and hopped around in tiny circles and Ryan sighed and went back to his 3-D movie about sharks.
And then I made Tiny Danza kiss Ryan right on the mouth. And Ryan let out a high-pitched lady sound.
And then I felt sort of bad, because Ryan had been wearing 3-D glasses when I launched the kiss attack, so he probably for a second thought a giant horse was going to eat his head or something.
That's how those 3-D glasses work right?
So I apologized like the meek, rule-following wife that I am and went downstairs to do a Tiny Danza photoshoot.
|Such gleamy haunches! Such shiny flanks!|
|Such a flowing mane! Such strong withers! Such masculine fetlocks!|
Oh and if any of you are wondering just how big Tiny Danza is, here is your answer.
|Here is Tiny Danza next to a small dog, for scale purposes. This picture was taken right before one of them tried to eat the other. Bad Tiny Danza!|
Now I must go. I have a lot of things to do this Friday night. You know, escapades, gambols, high jinks, monkeyshines, revels, tomfooleries, and the like.
Have a Great Weekend Blogstalkers!