The Big Rock Garden is growing up! And, may I just say that I am so happy not to have to deal with daycare any longer?

My social life is slipping. Saturday night I attended a birthday party for a dog. Not an ugly person hoping for expensive gifts. We’re talking a real dog here. 1 poorly trained puppy who didn’t give a rat’s ass about the price of his presents.

I didn’t know anyone at the party. I had to go because Bad Dog was invited and he’s not old enough, much less capable, of borrowing the car.

Bomb-proof! Potentilla is often called the Buttercup Shrub. Flowers all summer if you snip her spent blooms.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, I got stuck sitting next to a Woo Woo Gal. She announces: “I’m manifesting rattan furniture!” I started to giggle. (Chalk that up to the wine; she wasn’t very funny.)

Why in the world would you want to become a piece of wicker furniture? I asked.

“No, silly,” she said in a condescending voice, rolling her eyes as if to imply… Clearly, Kate, you are an idiot.

“To manifest something is to put the wheels in motion for my heart’s desire to come to me.”

Okay! I wrote her off as certifiable and moved to the far end of the table.

Think I’m crazy? It’s all relative. My suburban lot neighbor owns a donkey, a BUFFALO and 2 pesky goats.

But, ya know what? The same damn thing happened to me. A month ago I sent a note to a perfect stranger asking if he might know of anyone with a good trail horse for sale. And, the only reason I did that was because he was cute ~ he wears a cowboy hat and he owns a horse. So, naturally, I have a huge crush on him.

He gave me a name and a number. Mostly because I didn’t have anything else to do I drove a hundred miles to see a horse I had no intention of owning.

She was perfect in every way.

She’s the right height. The right demeanor. The right energy level. The right color - black with a white diamond on her forehead! And, are you ready for this? That horse has the same name as me.

So, whaddya think of that?

* Whatever you think of that, please don’t ask that I apologize to woo woo girl… That would be harder than Letterman’s current situation.

** Brought my camera. Was so dumbstruck I never thought to shoot a picture of the dang horse!