Finally, My Own “Horsie-Knight”. Er, For Owl, Of Course.

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Excalibur, horses, Las Vegas, parenting, toys

I wanted to get Owl something from Las Vegas that didn’t have naked ladies on it. Since we’re staying in Excalibur, I decided to buy him a knight and steed.

Yes, I am doing this despite the fact that we have been entirely underwhelmed with Excalibur, since they gave us a room that didn’t actually lock and it took three days of consecutive complaints to get them to fix it. Oh, and they have signs everywhere for $40 poker tournament, which turned out to cost $50. Pointing to the signs had no effect.

I bought Owl a knight and horse despite Excalibur’s dismal customer service, entirely because I think that they will provide him with hours of amusement.

It is NOT because I want to play with them myself.

I am clearly a grown up.

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Owl loves the “horsie knight” which seems to be one entity to him. He kisses them, lays them on their sides and informs us that they are sleeping. So clearly it was a good decision.

Definitely not a selfish decision in the least.

I always knew I was a pain in the ass.

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anniversary, horses, Perfect Husband

Yesterday was our first anniversary as husband and wife. It doesn’t feel like a whole year has gone by, so it sort of sneaked up me. Of course, being the useless spouse that I am, I utterly failed at finding any kind of meaningful gift… which resulted my not having any gift. So I wrote him a love letter, and opened up the page in my diary from the day of the wedding (Perfect Husband and I have an agreement that he can read my diary entries after they are at least one year old) and left both on his computer chair. I knew he’d go to his computer first thing when he got up. He always does. I also loaded up Open Office on his computer and wrote Happy Anniversary, and a promise that he would get lucky, on the screen in big  red letters.

He, on the other hand, took me on a two hour long horseback trail ride up in the mountains. He had never been on a horse before and has always steadfastly refused to try, citing a belief that he would somehow break the horse. I rode English a lot when I was a kid, but I haven’t been on a horse in years. I talk a lot about wanting to ride again, and planning to own a Clydesdale when I’m filthy rich. So this was his gift to me – by getting on the back of a large, strange animal, and clinging to it for two whole hours while I grinned like a loon, he demonstrated his love for me… and somehow did it all in good humour.

It probably didn’t help him that I kept kicking my own horse into a trot, which made his massive plodding steed follow suit. By the time the ride was over, he was moaning and massaging his legs. He took three muscle relaxants when we got home. I was sore too, but my horse hadn’t been as wide as his.

So basically, for his first anniversary, Perfect Husband ended up with no gifts, a long car ride, two long hours straddling a massive beast while it jostled him around, and pain in his lower extremities… all for the love of me.

When we got home we popped some champagne and toasted our first year as a married couple, then feasted on carbs together.It was a really nice anniversary. Well, for me, anyway.  Perfect Husband, on the other hand, is worried that he might have pulled his groin.

His birthday’s next month. I’ll definitely do better then. Besides, we have, like, 49 more of these things to go. Or, if you listen to him, 46 because apparently he doesn’t plan on living past age 80, lest he risk outliving me. Ha. We’ll see about that.