Where did the whole wanting a pony thing start, anyway? Because ponies are mean. Much meaner than horses. Ponies bite. And then there's the whole manure issue.
I want a Siamese cat. But I already have one cat, and my husband says that is too many just because it meows to get in and out and in and out and in and out. Also there's a manure issue.
This is a good point. I'm shrinking screencap number 14. Maybe if I print them and flip them really fast, I can pretend it's a DVD. Tim.
ponies are just any horse shorter than a certain hand height. I had a pony that sweet as sweet can be, then also had a shetland that a ring-tailed tooter.
I think "ring-tailed tooter" is my new favorite phrase.
It's what my great-grandfather called one of his daughters. She was my great Aunt Tutor.
OMG, I am so in love with teenage Tim! I had no idea he was one of my peeps! Maybe that's because he's, you know, done something real with his life, whereas I'm still just pretending.
excuse me professor, I didn't quite catch that.
Not a real professor. Technically I'm just a lecturer. Non-tenure track. See? Just pretending. Well, except for the babies. They are real enough.
Lecturers are where the real talent is.
Teenage Tim is hot. Adult Tim is a DVD horder.