Epona's Journal: Food For Thought

I learned something on Monday. Cleaning a stall when it is 5 degrees outside and everything is frozen is much like cleaning an iceburg. In the end, you really don't know what's the water, and what's the frozen penguin pee.

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Still haven't bought any Christmas presents. I should get on that. Meh. I only like to shop for myself :P Perhaps instead of exchanging presents, Christmas should be a time where we all just go out and buy some nice things for ourselves and pretend it was from someone else.

Wow, could I have any less holiday spirit? ;)

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Got mod points again for the ten thousandth time in the last two weeks and I no longer have the motivation to search for worthy comments. If your comment is worthy (it is, trust me) let me know and I will use these damn things up.

Nice

[Safety Cap]

I would trade you your 5 degrees. Today we climbed up to 75: friggin hot and the @#$ building guys had the heat on, so it was more like 79 inside. Gaaa....

Penguins, Ducks, same thing.

[rdmiller3]

First of all Katie, you're awsome, but I'd love to know more about your mom. (JUST KIDDING! Linux-using women affect me that way.)

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Same thing here in Wisconsin with the frozen shit. Cleaning up after our duck, although guaranteed to be less mess-mass than horses, has the same problem. When the temperature is 5F and the wind chill takes it to -10F, it's hard to keep drinkable water in the heated bowl.