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As I’m posting this…..

My fully armed chili is being distributed and dispensed….to unsuspecting riders…..

They are partaking in my sumptuously prepared dish of multiple bean chili…(and sausage)…..

Tomorrow is our last Fox Hunt of this Season…and we look forward to next year…..

And after the riders have trailered their mounts home…..

…..bathed their Hunt horses…showered themselves…and otherwise readied themselves for our annual Hunt Club Ball (this evening)…..

Their gastric appliances have been humming away…and gravity is aiding in the task…while our Ball is imminently approaching…..

…..the bubbles are churning…..

I should really be more mature than this…I really should be………….really…I should be…..

Now you might be asking…did I partake in my own chili…?…..

…..Oh Hell…No!…..

I know my recipes…..

They’re tasty…but they can be deadly…..

It’s a short lit fuse to reliably and thoroughly unacceptable public behavior…..

I partook…(amply)…in another Hunt Club member’s delicious oak-smoked salmon…..

…..(my Mama didn’t raise no fools)…..

Hey…my chili’s good too…..

…..it just comes with a predictable after-bite…and some residual singeing…..

But…fart jokes really never get old…do they?…..

You can try denying it…but at the end of the day…flatulence is both laughable…plus digestively necessary…..

Those of you who know horses…you know that any turnout and subsequent pasture romp…along with a sunward double-barreled kick…is ALWAYS accompanied by an outrageous explosive fart (or two)…(or three)…..

…..the horses scare themselves and continue their romping…and the day continues with smiles on everybody’s faces…..

Where was I going with this…?…..

…..Really…Who knows?…..

Right now…I’m getting ready for the Ball…I’m debating whether or not to glue on fake nails…..

…..(will they cover my wrecked stained cuticles…or will they draw attention to them?)…(decisions…decisions)…..

My daughters and I are having salmon for dinner at the Ball…..

Smoked salmon for breakfast…and grilled salmon for dinner………….not a bad day…huh?…..

…..but NO chili…..

No…no…no…..

I don’t intend to dig out my (full body) Spanx uniform…which has been lost and forgotten in the back of one of my drawers…somewhere…..

I’m not wearing anything but sensible shoes…..

I intend to be comfortable and to pleasantly have fun…..

And…(Surprise!…Surprise!)…I’ll be the Designated Driver for anybody who needs one…..

Life is Good…Celebrate Wherever You Can…..

And Enjoy the Pasture Romps Whenever & Wherever Possible…..