I'm not sure if I mean that in a good way, or a bad way.
This morning, I did my thing at the Outdoor Show and felt *eh* about it until I watched the video, then I realized it wasn't as horrible as I thought it was. So that was good.
Then I ran off to Denver to see Robs and the babies (!) - all three of them. I tried calling Nebalee on my way to Denver, but didn't get an answer. However, when I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I get a text from Nebalee saying she was almost to the hospital. I was perplexed, as I don't recall telling her that Robs had had the babies, but, hell, I might have.
And then a series of confusing texts followed:
N: We are almost at the hospital.
GD: What hospital?
N: Longmont (this was confusing to me because Robs is in Denver, not Longmont. That's when I started to get a hint that we were not talking about the same thing.)
N: Looks like probably surgery. (Surgery? WTF is she talking about?)
N: I'm barely hanging on.
GD: What? (I'm totally thinking something happened to Mom - sorry Mom, but you ARE bionic and sometimes things happen to make you more bionic.)
N: Sorry thought you called because Mom called you. Your timing was exactly on. (Whew, Mom wasn't hurt, but WTH happened to Bill?)
GD: So. What the hell happened?
Turns out Asset took a dive off of Ranger this afternoon and got banged up pretty badly, resulting in a broken arm and a whole lot of skin missing from her face. Luckily, she had a riding helmet on and Autobot had insisted that it be adjusted to fit her just before she climbed on Ranger.
No one knows what caused Ranger to jump, and it apparently wasn't a big jump, but it was enough for her to lose her balance and make her acquaintance with the ground with a little help from our friend gravity.
She's hanging in there (so is Nebalee), but it's going to be tough to keep her still for the next couple of days. Still and Asset do not get along.
Tomorrow's my defensive pistol match. Let's hope it's a much less exciting day.