After the ball is over

Gary spent most of the week working on a costume for a Civil War ball he's at tonight. Vest and frock coat, button fly trousers, and a top hat, 1860 style. He finished, just in time. The clothes look far less comfortable to me than a fursuit, actually, so I'll leave this amusement to him.

A couple of months ago I bought some different horse treats on a whim. I was ordering some practical stuff from a mail order catalog and noticed that they had "vanilla and flax" treats. It sounded good to me, so I tried a bag. The boys gobbled them but drooled on me so much that I needed a bath after. Tess spit hers out. After three tries with her, I put the sack away and forgot it. Today I went into the arena to clean and she was making a fuss at me as usual. I was standing next to the bag of vanilla treats, so I opened it and took two out. She took them one at a time and chewed with much head shaking and interest. I guess she's changed her mind. They made her drool too, but nothing like the way Archie did. He's a living showerbath sometimes.

Gary has gone to Bartlett for his ball, won't be back till after midnight. I'm home alone. Should be writing, but probably I'll go to sleep instead. ;p