You know, dear reader, I've always been an avid fan of Murphy's Laws. I'm quite aware that karma is a bitch; however, since karma and I are both bitches, we tend to get along. I digress.
But, lately, I've come to realize that at college intercollegiate horse shows, Murphy's Law states that the shortest girl on the team must get the largest horse, and the tallest girl on the team must get the smallest pony. Much to the dismay of my team, this Law has been explicit at every show we've attended this fall. Let's just say our consistent 3rd place finishes would be overwhelming 1sts if we could just find a way to dodge this continuous catastrophe. . . .
As sad as it may sound, that really was the most exciting thing that happened this weekend. Aside from one of my roommates doing the dishes for the first time all semester. . . . .or my procrastination on my term papers . . . . . or the party of drunken RAs I stumbled into last night. . . . .or the questionable decisions I saw SO many people making last night . . . . or the Giants beating the Patriots.
Oh, wait, we all know that last one isn't going to happen. Peace-out, my little reading scouts.
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