Trapped

I'm trapped. Trapped like a rat in a hotel in California.

My husband has a booth at the Red Bluff Bull & Gelding Sale. We have been here all week. Since Sunday. I am so sick of this place . It poured & poured & poured the first couple of days. But now it's nice & sunny. I will admit to liking the mild weather.

But I want to go home.

We brought all our school books & have been doing school every morning. That is, um, interesting.

And trying to keep 4 children quiet & calm & unbouncy in our 2nd floor room has been really interesting .

But we are here until late Saturday.

We have been going to the sale each day & checking out all the bulls. Walking thru the tradeshow & seeing all the cool stuff we can't afford & don't have any room for anyway .

This one booth has the most awesome chaise. It is huge, leather, cushy & just gorgeous. We would have to buy a bigger house to make room for it .

We watched some of the horses working today. I want #130. Gorgeous buckskin. Really nice attitude. I told my husband that was the one I want.

He just  gave me 'the look". Hee hee.

Tonight I get to break out of the hotel & have dinner with grown-ups. I hope I can remember how to behave.

Only 2 more days...

Blessings.