Well. If usual means basically liquidating the entire tack hoard to pay for the precious.
|haven't shipped the actual soul yet|
cough gollum cough
But the fat hobbit, she knows. Eyes always watching.
Mustn't ask us, not it's business. Noooooo.
See, as I create invoices for the latest lovely thing to find a new home, I look at pictures of me riding my green(ish) horse on his first out of the year.
And instead of feeling like butter scraped over too much bread, I see an open hip angle and a solid leg. The precious isn't the bridles or the boots or linen collection. It's the saddle.
|yes in tails|