mega-manure and mega-shark

So I was enjoying SuperGator, still dressed in my "It's Saturday, I'm home alone, and I'm not putting real clothes on" sleep shirt, when a green pickup pulled into the driveway. Not recognizing the man walking to the front door, I decided to put on pants and go say "hello". Turns out he is a new neighbor from across the road and he happened to observe that one of our horses was out. Yippee. And maybe you noticed the really good part in the first sentence: I'm home alone. I thanked him politely, returned to the den, and weighed the pros and cons of equestrian hunting versus continued movie viewing. After watching a few more annoying tourists meet their demise in the toothy grip of the prehistoric alligator, I went on a house-wide search for my off-road shoes, grabbed my denim jacket and headed out. Lucky for me, I have great neighbors, and this sweet man had gone to get a bucket of corn and returned to help me lure "Heigh Ho Silver" back onto our property and into the corral. Also lucky for me, it has rained a lot the last few days, so walking through the horse lot was much like wading through knee-deep brownie batter. Only the brownie batter smells like, well, something brown, but not brownies.

By the time I got back into the house, SuperGator was over, and I missed the ending. I have no idea if the girl in the pink thong lived happily ever after or not, and it may haunt me for hours. However, something new appears to be on in its place. What's this? Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus? Yes! I know this is a completely stupid waste of a good Saturday afternoon, but it's like a train wreck - I can't seem to look away. It's almost over anyway, and then I'll do something productive.

I promise.