There is no getting around it: I was indoctrinated at a very young age. I was the baby, and I was the last chance mom had for early imprinting of equine addition (EIEA, pronounced EEEAAAAHHHH!!!) Some people say that it's something you grow into or learn- that it can be cured, that it's a temptation or a lifestyle. While my mother's imprinting certainly aided the illness, I can't help but feel that somehow, in someway, I was born this way. Ergo, my equine birthday tribute to my equine mother- the best kind of tribute. Mom, this shirt is wildly awesome, and if you still own it, you should still wear it. I think I have that hat now. Let me know when you want it back. Little did you know then that I would steal the hat right off your head, did you? Also, you look exactly the same. Gorgeous-like. (also, don't be embarrassed, because I am totally about to embarrass me too, and then we're even.) The horse that started it all. Mom w...
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