Crap!

Yes, I know not a word my mother likes to hear. But sometimes it's how it is. Between the wet weather and the news about my step-dad. What else can ya say?
I love my horses but theres one job that isn't the funnest but needs to be done or you have to deal with the consequences... the ankle deep crap that has mixed with all the rain and snow.
It kinda feels like this with my dad, I know you're thinking "what does cancer have to do with horse poo?" Well, neither is very fun to deal with, but it's the individual that you love not what's going on. So, sorry mom but CRAP! THIS STINKS! And dad, I love you :)