Horse Stories and Rated X texts?

I love the smell of horses. I love the smell of sweet feed. I love their glossy coats, velvety noses, and whinnies. I have ridden horses but do not own a horse, nor do I want to. The closest I may get to owning a horse someday would be to own an Irish Wolfhound, but I digress.

Here are our neighbor's horses in the pasture behind our house. They got out of their pen and we were keeping watch over them until the neighbors herded them home. This makes me think of another HORSE story....


In order to protect the innocent, I have excluded names/relations, but not the facts.

Let's just say I have a male relative. A while back, this relative got kicked by a large horse (not the ones in the picture) in his lower body...okay, we are grown ups...his groin. It was BAD. Really, really bad. He had surgery.

After some time passed I texted him. What I meant to type was 'I hope you are doing better.' What I typed included a misspelling that completely changed the meaning.

I can't remember which I typed but I left off one of the vowels in the word 'doing'. I'm too embarrassed to type the words but if you think about 'd_ng' and insert either vowel you'll see my problem. (blush)

He knows I don't use crude language and must have gotten the giggles from it because he said his d_ng was still hurting but better.

Oh my goodness!! I know I'm a grown woman but I'm still laughing at myself over that one. Now it's your turn...laugh at me or with me. We all make mistakes and we may as well smile through them.

By the way, I still love the smell and looks of horses.

My male family member, however, hates them.