tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201343077108877660.post1051938199267366090..comments2023-03-05T06:20:10.516-06:00Comments on Bobtuse Bobservations: It's a Marriage, Not a StewBob MacNealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10801726652392064788noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201343077108877660.post-16471257894735278812011-02-13T13:26:59.784-06:002011-02-13T13:26:59.784-06:00I'm enjoying the horse racing metaphor. Every ...I'm enjoying the horse racing metaphor. Every time we visit my in-laws we go to Charles Town Races and spend a day picking horses. I come from a horse/pony background. My grandfather raised ponies to ship to Florida. One pony sold to a rich Florida Dad paid for the gas to drive down. Pick up Oranges and haul them back to Winston-Salem for the real pay-day.<br /><br />But I still can't win more races than my mother-in-law.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12435527405159930692noreply@blogger.com