I am getting riding fever. The bad thing about living in the North is the riding season ends around Thanksgiving, and starts, well , I'm waiting.
Every time I see the temperature hit 40F, I start to think, I could, I really could.
Then we get another snow storm like today.
All I can say is: Waaaaaaa!
Oh, one more thing, isn't it just kewl that our cat matches our kitchen floor.
