This story starts with me in a store with my family. Nothing unusual there, I tend to go everywhere with them except work. We are browsing through the store and my son gets tired of being held on to, so I let him loose on the unsuspecting population as I'm also tired of holding him. You're welcome. Everything is going fine, until my son notices one of those damn Furreal Ponies that someone has wisely placed upon a table.
I for one find the toy to be creepy. My son decided he would like to find it on the floor, and put it there. Loudly. Everyone in the store looks at us. A wise man would have left it there, I decided to put the accursed toy back on the table where it was. At which point the battery pack fell out onto the table. Loudly. Say hello to the store again.
A slightly less wise man than the first one mentioned would have left it. I'm not even that wise, so I try to reassemble the battery pack and put it back in, which doesn't seem to want to snap back into place as the furry cover is in the way. Did I mentioned that the engineer who designed the Furreal Pony had a sick sense of humor? No? Well, that person decided the battery pack needed to be placed into the crotch area of the fake horse.
So, I'm attempting and failing to force a battery pack into a horses crotch. After a small eternity and me realizing that it looks like I'm violating the horse, I get the battery pack snapped back into place. Proudly I place the pony back on all fours and the battery pack promptly falls out on cue. Loudly. How's everyone in the store doing? Good? My wife tells me to leave the horse alone, while giving me a look that says I shouldn't violate toy ponies in public. So I let the pony be.
Seems she's much wiser than I am, and tomorrow she will be another year older. Plus that much more wiser. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, who keeps getting more loving, beautiful, and somehow smarter each passing year. Love you Jenny.
