Horses and Baruncles

A picture:

I took this a month or two ago when I drug Will out to the boonies to take pictures.  It's Spring, so I was doing some spring cleaning and purging my Lightroom catalogue...stumbled upon this photo that I completely forgot about.  It's not great, but it's kinda cool, so I'm posting it before it gets lost in the dusty, dark, Chucky-infested corner of my Lightroom closet again.

Chucky doesn't really live in my Lightroom closet.  Or my real closet.

I don't think so anyways.

Just in case, William has to sleep on the side of the bed that's closest to the closet every night.  You can never be too careful.

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I don't remember exactly what question Will asked me today.  But my response forming in my head was something along the lines of "you're like a cute little parasite that I would never want to have removed", but came out of my mouth as "you're like a baruncle".

Baruncle?

Barnacle, maybe?

Too late, Will already realized what I had said and proceeded to laugh until he cried, then saw my embarrassed face and started laughing all over again.

Jackwagon.

Chucky will get you first, Will, cause you're the closest.

Laugh about that.