Maleficent909TL
Weirdo band geeks rule!
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Let me just say to begin with, my uncle is a little odd. Not mentally challenged or anything, but he does have a habit of obsessing about odd things. For example, a few years ago he spent thousands and thousands of dollars collecting... pens. Yep, he has at least fifty pens worth over five hundred dollars...
Recently he decided to abandon that obsession and pick up a new, perhaps more expensive and definetely more time-consuming, hobby. He bought a horse. And that horse led to hours at a ranch about ten minutes from his house, and he became so enthralled he soon purchased another. Now, I don't know exactly how many he has (at least three), but for the last MONTH - a whole month, I stress - camped out in the back of his trooper, not coming home at all (well, maybe for a quick shower, but I'm not even sure of that; his wife brought him food), waiting for one of his horses, Hay Girl (? What do you think of that name?), to have a foal. The poor thing was confined in a stall it could barely lay down in for at least 29 days, with my enthusiastic to the point of insanity uncle breathing down her back, a baby moniter in her stall. We were worried she would miscarry or something with so much stress on her, but lucky the filly was born today.
Do any of you know anyone like this?
Recently he decided to abandon that obsession and pick up a new, perhaps more expensive and definetely more time-consuming, hobby. He bought a horse. And that horse led to hours at a ranch about ten minutes from his house, and he became so enthralled he soon purchased another. Now, I don't know exactly how many he has (at least three), but for the last MONTH - a whole month, I stress - camped out in the back of his trooper, not coming home at all (well, maybe for a quick shower, but I'm not even sure of that; his wife brought him food), waiting for one of his horses, Hay Girl (? What do you think of that name?), to have a foal. The poor thing was confined in a stall it could barely lay down in for at least 29 days, with my enthusiastic to the point of insanity uncle breathing down her back, a baby moniter in her stall. We were worried she would miscarry or something with so much stress on her, but lucky the filly was born today.
Do any of you know anyone like this?
