The Gray Part 2

This photo is an example of all the gray horses Mr. Cowboy chose.

 

Hi everyone!! I have really enjoyed reading your comments. Yesterday I was laughing at the comments Carol and the Left-handed quilter wrote and then I saw what Needled Mom wrote when Mr. Cowboy walked in for lunch. Of course he wanted to know what was so funny so I showed him all the comments.  He "really" loved all your wonderful thoughts....hehehehehehehehe......and said that the next time we go to the races he was going to bet on all reddish brownish blackish horses.  I hooted with laughter with that one.

The next time we go back to the races will be next July so I'm sure he won't remember what was said by then.......I hope.

Here's a weird thought. I made tuna fish salad for lunch yesterday. Mr. Cowboy looked up from his sandwich and chips to ask why we always refer to it as tuna fish? We already know that tuna is a fish. I responded that it was too hot to contemplate why we call it tuna fish. Any thoughts on that out there is blogger-land??

And now for the weather.....today it was 101 degrees by 11:00am. I didn't think I'd ever cool off from just walking to the mailbox. Even the squirrels were napping in the trees. Whew! What's it like where you live?



The Gray

Greetings all.
Sorry, no photos today but I sure wish I had taken some.
So here's what happened.....Mr. Cowboy and I took his brother and the wife to one of their favorite places for his birthday......the horse races in the Dallas area. Mind you, I know nothing about horse racing and did I mention that I'm afraid of horses because they're much bigger than me and they have large eyes and big hooves that can kick you and ....... well, never mind.
So, as we were ordering dinner, the horse races were gearing up. You had to choose your picks for the several different races and all those stats were floating around the table as Mr. Cowboy and brother were discussing jockeys and wins so far. I was focused on ordering the meal because I hadn't eaten all day. Believe you me, I could have eaten a horse at this point.
The girl came around so the guys could choose their horses and Mr. Cowboy decided that he'd go with the gray horse. It's at this point that I really started to listen to what was going on and said to him, "honey, gray horses don't win." Everyone looked at me as if to say, "what is she talking about and what does she really know, anyway!!"  Mr. Cowboy rolled his eyes, placed his bet and we got to the most important part.....eating dinner.
Moments later, the race started.....everyone around us was cheering loudly and shouting, "come on so in so......but as mentioned....you guessed it....the gray horse lost, not only lost but was dead last. Now Mr. Cowboy brushed my prediction off as a fluke and promptly bet on the next gray horse, which I told him again that those don't win.
How do I know this? Well, I've seen enough races on TV to see that if the horse isn't a brownish, reddish, blackish color....they really don't stand a chance. Maybe I'm wrong but I wasn't this past weekend.
Mr. Cowboy cheekily said that he wasn't going to talk to me on the way back home but I mentioned that if he wanted his favorite meal anything soon, he'd better get over it.  We laughed but as soon as we hit the road, I fell asleep just like a toddler. He and his brother had a great conversation and the wife played on her phone. I'm very poor company when traveling a long distance.
Sorry!!!