Last week, we got an IM from Jenna that we had to take a look at our front yard.
There was a big gift box and we did read the note that was attached at it.
When we open the box there was a second note.
We could call the butcher or the glue factory.
It's hard to break your little sister's heart.
Yes I know what I wrote in a past blog:
"After three years on Second life there is still not one moment I feel bored.
I not need to have a chicken or bunny farm and neither a horse ranch."
Glad to know I am not the only one
"Just shoot me now, as I have succumbed to the latest SL trend of horse breeding."
Read Kara's story on her blog.
So we had already a stable at the sim and I build a new part.
Horse with no name
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
Okay than the song "White Christmas" must be about drugs because you know, white = cocaine. And in the U.S. national anthem, there are all sorts of images about rockets red (reds! those are drugs) glare, bombs bursting in air and stuff like the guy that wrote it was clearly having hallucinations, so that song was definitely about drugs. And don't even get me started on the Irish Song "Danny, Boy" The pipes, the pipes are calling! ~giggles~