When someone asks you your age, you respond by stomping one foot the appropriate number of times.
“Okay, Okay, you know what? I don’t even care anymore.”
Instead of using a mirror, you’ve taken to applying your makeup in the reflection of your horse’s eye.
You think the best thing anybody could ever do is bale on you!
You often miss work due to coming up lame.
Sometimes you secretly want to bite your hairdresser when she’s brushing your hair.
All your shopping trips are reduced to the same question: Where can I find the carrots?
“Yeah pretty much.”
You’ve taken to nailing your shoes on too!
The term branding has taken on a whole new meaning (and it’s something you’re seriously considering).
You want with all your heart for two plus two to equus four.
If startled; you’ve been known to start a stampede.
“Me too!”
“Me too!”
“Me too!”
“Me too!”
And finally:
You’re thinking about changing your business cards from entrepreneur to entremanure.
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Your wordplay was so much fun and made me “Whinny” in delight. Especially entrepreneurs and replacing with manure. I do think some businesses do this (figuratively)!
Oh! Thank you! And that makes you the very first person to whinny at one of my posts! YAY! So now I to go scratch that off my bucket list! 😀
Honestly, I have never seen this analysis before. Extra manure for me please, Linda.
Well you know me, Trent, nothing gets my creative juices flowing more than a totally obscure highly insignificant topic!
Now that’s what I would call true talent…
A horse is a horse, of course, of course. It was Wilbur Post was the original person who spent too much time with his horse while he had a great-looking wife waiting for him. I guess this is why. Funny stuff!
Ha! You know I never thought of that. He did have a beautiful wife! Now that I think about it that was a really weird show!
I don’t mean to NAG, but I too have a penchant for carrots. Does that make me a horse? I say neigh it does not. So you Mustang got to wrong. Well I better reign in my comment before I stirrup more emotions…
I haven’t heard that many puns about horses since I watched an old Mule Brenner movie. Okay, I realize I was really reaching for that one but what can I say? I just ran out of raisin/crack cookies!
LOL! Er…I think it’s time to lay off the raisin/crack cookies. Here, try my Marijuana cupcakes instead…
I’m not going to leave a comment with a play on word with something to do with -NEIGH.
Wait a minute . . . I just realized that neigh is in the word neighbor. I can’t think of any reason why that would be so unless when language was developed we were all living in stalls. That must be it.
“Bale” is good; Where’s de carrots; nail on yer shoes; 2 + 2 equus 4; start a stampede; entremanure… this wunnaful post made me bray like a donkey!! OK, said reaction doesn’t quite align with the post theme, but it’s inna corral!! Superb, my dear Linda! I was snorting and whinnying and stompin’ my hooves to beat the band!! I’m a-gorn mount a campaign ta gitcha declared Humor Lariat– I mean, Laureate– of Cyberspace!! Thanks a heap o’ horse apples for the laffs, and sorry to be so long away from the barn– er, blog!! : )
Entremanure?
Entremanure?
SIGH…. Linda, Linda, Linda…
You need to find a new pet.
gigoid, not dubious about this….
😎