Meet Elsa
Brigget called the other day. “Hey, Tracey, guess what? I’m going to look at a horse!”
That caught my attention. Brigget’s been looking at horses off and on for the past couple of years. She’s been wanting a team that she can drive and till up her land with. “What kind?” I asked, thinking I’d hear something like, “Oh, a pair of Norwegian Fjords,” as the answer.
Nope. That’s not what I heard. “It’s an Icelandic!” Immediately dollar signs flashed through my mind. “I figured what the heck, Strawberry doesn’t need to go to college.” Yeah, you got that right! Let the kid get a job. Tell her to take out a student loan. Heck, that’s what we told the Grammar Nazi. “You gotta pay your own way in this world at sometime, kid, better get busy doing it now while you’re young!” And then we I went out and spent all we’d saved on a barn full of mustangs. I wonder what Strawberry thinks when she sees her college tuition out there burning hay?
But just look at this face! Tell me you wouldn’t have been tempted as well!