I looked out the window, and my next-door neighbor girl is washing a horse in her front yard.
Did you just wonder if you read that right? Well, you may not have, so I'll tell you again. She is washing a horse in her front yard.
A real horse, of a chestnutty reddish-brown color, all currently covered in suds. In her front yard.
Where am I?
*which I entirely recommend. It's good.
**cause that's her name
(This all really happened on Tuesday. Just, you know, in the interest of honesty and all that.)