I fell off a horse!
Oh sure, it was three weeks ago.
It was a pretty pathetic fall
BUT I LANDED ON MY BACK. SQUARE. ON MY BACK.
Square!
I’m fifty don’t you know. A mere fifteen years ago I would be less than five years away from free cake at Zellers for seniors Wednesdays! Ahh… Those were the days.
But I’m fifty and I fell off a horse!
I should be getting free cake at Zellers and shouting at young people.
Instead I fell off a horse!
I tell everyone everyday every chance I have. You should see me: It’s embarassing.
Hey guess what? I fell off a horse! No, I’m fine meow. I’m ok. Thanks for checking!
It still hurts. It’s all I really want to talk about while being the most tedious part of my life right now. Why is that? Why do we feel so compelled to talk about our sore backs and the horses we’ve fallen off?
I’ve been milking it. And I haven’t How do you milk a falling off the horse cow. A horse is not a cow. Even more? I have my doubts around horse milk. There is something distasteful about the p…
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