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Let’s be honest, as delicious as they are, bagels are really just cream cheese delivery mechanisms.
Personally, I really loved the finale. I think it’s incredibly admirable how Agent Maria Hill is so dedicated to her job that she’s willing to put up with being constantly creeped on by a guy who will not accept that this relationship is never happening even after nearly two decades, all to keep an eye on the reformed Willow Rosenburg and that shifty Dr. Horrible fellow. It was a shame how her junior agent couldn’t take it anymore and had to fake her own death so she could be reassigned, but can you blame her for getting out of that hot mess as soon as possible?
i think someone just resolved the himym finale
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Hello 1am, we meet again…
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There are a lot of “sayings” around the horse world about owning horses. A vast majority of them are about money, specifically how expensive horses are. A favorite of mine is, “anyone who says they made a small fortune in horses probably started with a large one.” And we regularly refer to them as “hayburners” and I will often complain that I might as well just feed my horse dollar bills - it’d be cheaper in the long run.
In other words, they’re expensive.
The other problem is that for horse girls like myself - the importance of them in our lives really can’t be overstated. I used to tell my parents that my horse was cheaper than therapy and just about as effective. And I wasn’t kidding. I’d spend hours a day with him if I could. Every day. There really isn’t any way to describe them, with their soft velvet noses, warm snuffling breath, and solid comforting bulk. And the feeling you get, not just that silly one you get when you go galloping across a field, but the comforting routine of grooming and tacking up, the first steps as they move underneath after you mount up, the gentle give in your hands of the bit as you really connect and move, the incredible feeling of oneness as you shift slightly and this fifteen hundred pound animal reads your mind and moves with you just perfectly. It’s about concentration, precision, emotion, and a connection in your soul.
Yes, I really do feel that way.
So much so that I just panic when I think about it all - not having someone to share the bills with me, this raise that I’ve been promised for a year now that just hasn’t happen, my impending significant life changes and Tracy not working any more, Just all of it. And the knowledge that if I just would sell the horse…
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