Grandma’s friend Kimberly came up to visit recently.
She lives in San Diego and is apparently a bigwig in the American Icelandic horse world.
She wanted to visit Grandma, of course, but she also wanted to ride on the beach and get some great photographs of herself and her friends riding there.
Unfortunately, Kimberly confirmed Grandma’s story about the 250 Icelandic horses.
I think they are all in on the lie and consider it a great joke.
There is no possible way Grandma could have kept up with 250 Icelandic horses when she has a hard time keeping up with us. Kimberly also knew all about Bucky—and, like everyone else, said he was a saint.
I am getting very tired of hearing about
that figment of Grandma’s imagination.
Why can’t people simply tell the truth instead of fabricating these ridiculous lies?
When I gripe to Dad about all this deceit, he just smiles and pats me on my head.
“Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt,” he says.
What does some old river in Egypt have to do with anything?
People are funny. And strange. And far too full of deceit.
If Bucky really did exist, he did a very poor job of training them.
PROFIT’S PHOTO WHISPER
Photographs make unbelievable stories much harder to deny.
Profit has spoken.
