I can't believe I'm going to tell you what I did earlier today, and I will deny it if anyone asks me. You didn't hear it from me!
First of all, I live way out in the country, and this particular window I'm going to be talking about, why, someone would have to be able to see miles in order to have witnessed what I'm going to tell you I did. OK? OK. My butt is sufficiently covered, at least for this part of the tale.
Prior to what I did that I will deny if you tell anyone I said I did, I went from very elated about a success I had to very worried at the consequences of that success. So, I was intensely neurotic. I made a few calls, found out everything was fine, and did one of those heavy-duty sighs of relief. Giddy relief, actually.
Yep, so giddy that I felt many pounds lighter (I wish that would happen more often!) and, with just my horse sticking his head in the window by my computer, I was completely alone with no one to witness me bouncing off the walls. Reality intruded, and it was time to get ready to go out, so I just walked a few steps into my bathroom and derobed, so to speak, and turned the shower on.
Suddenly, another neurotic thought hit my head. My horse has never seen me naked. I wonder what he'd do if he did. So, I stepped around the corner and back into the room where my horse still had his head hanging in the window by my computer.
The ears go back and forth, he turns his head to look at me straight on, then promptly goes back to what he was doing before I so rudely interrupted his nap. Yep, he went back to sleep. But, he did not run away! I swear, I thought the sight of all my skin would scare him so bad that he'd plow through a fence or two during his exit run and I'd never see my horse again.
Scooting back into the bathroom where I should have stayed in the first place, I just laughed and laughed. What a stupid, stupid thing to do!
But, now I know. My horse isn't afraid of naked me. I'm not sure what good knowing that will do, but now I know. Little things mean a lot...