Love is not black

Speaking of Brandi, I have to give tribute to her unique sense of humor. She finds it absurd that I must always outfit my horse in matching colors. That is, the saddle blanket must match the girth, and the crupper and bridle, and everything has to be BLACK. Our secondary color is white. He looks good in it! Anyway, she found great joy in tormenting me by purposefully riding her horses in mismatched tack, and even doing outlandish things like placing a leaf on her horse's butt, so I'd have to look at it and she'd snicker knowing it was making me insane. She allowed her horses no dignity. *peer*

I don't know what came over me the day I bought this halter. It's not black. It's actually kind of vibrant. Brandi took one look at it and said "You're in love! I knew it! You bought a pink halter cuz you're in love with that German man!"

Really? Was that it? Did love change me from gothy doom to something vibrant? I married him, and I am different now. The pink halter belongs to the mare now, and Baasha's back to his black look, whew, is he relieved!