God preserve me from passive aggressive feckwits . . .

EffyCorsten said:
This evening I watched my tame sheep frolicking with the naughty pony. She chased him round the field like bambi and he was beside himself galloping about with his tiny playmate.

It was the cutest thing I've ever watched. I Love them!
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I need a tame sheep . . . yours sounds lovely :).

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She is wonderful, as much a part of the family as the dogs. She's extra special because she almost died last month and shouldn't really still be here!

Everyone should have a Ruby in their lives she makes everything better on a bad day with a little cuddle
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EffyCorsten said:
She is wonderful, as much a part of the family as the dogs. She's extra special because she almost died last month and shouldn't really still be here!

Everyone should have a Ruby in their lives she makes everything better on a bad day with a little cuddle
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OMG, she is the cutest thing I have ever seen!
 
Need a laugh I have two, mine

This old broad has never kept ketchup in the fridge, it never was growing up, so I never did so in my own house. I figure that it is barely food, so it should never have an issue, and in 50 *cough* years, it never has been, until today.

I didn't get breakfast, things got busy early, so I was running on coffee all morning, decided that I would do sausage, egg and toast for lunch, mmmmm. Got it all plated,gave DH his, then picked up the large, upside down type TK, quick shake, point at plate and lip lid, and

BOOM

SPLAT

SPLATTER

My plate disappears under a growing mountain of high speed ketchup, now it is pouring over the edge of the plate, and along the counter, and into the open dishwasher.

I'm standing there going "WTF" and similar such expressions, so DH came running, well strolling in to see what is happening. His first expression is one of shock, and now I actually look further than the pile of ketchup on the plate, the slow wave still oozing over the edge into the dishwasher, now I see what looks to be the bloodspatter from a particularly violent murder, up across the fridge, freezer, cupboards, and of course way across the floor.

The floor!! "GET OUT" because a JRT wondering if by chance this kitchen calamity has led to the violent death and subsequent landing on the floor of one of the sausages destined for the meal, is all I need. Now I have JRT paw prints as well as the blood splatter affect.


And still no breakfast, or lunch, more coffee it is then.

There has to be a bar of chocolate around here somewhere!





and then this posted to make me feel better, and this still has me laughing

If you want a laugh, I was trapped on my mower today for 45 minutes. husband left it in the driveway, it was starting to rain, so I got on it to start it to move it to the garage. Out of habit, I latched the seatbelt. Mower wouldn't start, so I tried to unlatch the seatbelt...and nothing. It started to rain. Husband is in town. I finally get the mower started (he hadn't pulled the brake on) get it into the garage and fiddle with it for the next 30 minutes. Finally it clicked and set me free. The whole time I'm thinking, "what would I do if husband was out of town...go tooling around to neighbors trying to get someone's attention?"
 
Went out to feed the old mare who is out with my 3 year old. Took the dog, who has just had his back dew claws removed, with me.

Dog in coat and very large buster collar wanders into field. 3 year old looks astonished, snorts, dog suddenly thinks it would be hilarious to play with her and trots towards her with buster collar flapping about.

I have never seen my fat and generally sedate horse move so fast with dog in hot pursuit, I was laughing so much I couldn't even shout at the dog to stop!
 
Big Ben said:
Need a laugh I have two, mine

This old broad has never kept ketchup in the fridge, it never was growing up, so I never did so in my own house. I figure that it is barely food, so it should never have an issue, and in 50 *cough* years, it never has been, until today.

I didn't get breakfast, things got busy early, so I was running on coffee all morning, decided that I would do sausage, egg and toast for lunch, mmmmm. Got it all plated,gave DH his, then picked up the large, upside down type TK, quick shake, point at plate and lip lid, and

BOOM

SPLAT

SPLATTER

My plate disappears under a growing mountain of high speed ketchup, now it is pouring over the edge of the plate, and along the counter, and into the open dishwasher.

I'm standing there going "WTF" and similar such expressions, so DH came running, well strolling in to see what is happening. His first expression is one of shock, and now I actually look further than the pile of ketchup on the plate, the slow wave still oozing over the edge into the dishwasher, now I see what looks to be the bloodspatter from a particularly violent murder, up across the fridge, freezer, cupboards, and of course way across the floor.

The floor!! "GET OUT" because a JRT wondering if by chance this kitchen calamity has led to the violent death and subsequent landing on the floor of one of the sausages destined for the meal, is all I need. Now I have JRT paw prints as well as the blood splatter affect.


And still no breakfast, or lunch, more coffee it is then.

There has to be a bar of chocolate around here somewhere!





and then this posted to make me feel better, and this still has me laughing

If you want a laugh, I was trapped on my mower today for 45 minutes. husband left it in the driveway, it was starting to rain, so I got on it to start it to move it to the garage. Out of habit, I latched the seatbelt. Mower wouldn't start, so I tried to unlatch the seatbelt...and nothing. It started to rain. Husband is in town. I finally get the mower started (he hadn't pulled the brake on) get it into the garage and fiddle with it for the next 30 minutes. Finally it clicked and set me free. The whole time I'm thinking, "what would I do if husband was out of town...go tooling around to neighbors trying to get someone's attention?"
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Thank you so much!!! :) Having seriously c****y day and was close to tears earliers. Now I'm crying tears of laughter! This is why I love this forum! :)
 
These stories/pics are cheering me right up! I had a bit of a *****ty day ystry after my boys loaner told me string of horrifying things my genuinely perfect gent was supposed to have done,
Rolled with a rider (never in a million years would he!)
Charging at people in the field and she couldnt trust him when kids around (I trust him with my 1yr old!)
Losing weight
Destroyed stables (this i could believe tbf) and could I arrange to come and get him as the bearings on her trailer had gone and she would cover cost as I covered cost to get him to her in the first place. So I arranged with a friend to transport and told loaner it was £60 which for a 132 mile round trip isnt bad as it was "mates rates" so we arrive and find loaner was absent but her grandkids happily playing in field with him, stables intact, in a field on his own "tucked up" with no water, got a totally different story off her daughter and told us how wonderful he was, she had only left £40 for transport and refuses to answer my polite texts asking for remaining money and even worse is they gave me back the linseed which I sent him with unused after I stated in the ad and repeated numerous times that he must have linseed and brewers yeast in feed and she told me several times he was being given it. Aaaarrrgghh never loaning again bloody imbeciles!
 
EffyCorsten said:
She is wonderful, as much a part of the family as the dogs. She's extra special because she almost died last month and shouldn't really still be here!

Everyone should have a Ruby in their lives she makes everything better on a bad day with a little cuddle
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Awwwwwwwwwwwww. I want a Ruby!

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