Some things in life, are like……. thinking you are buying a whole horse, but when the Horse-Delivery-Guy brings it, you only get the hooves.  And not even the matching hooves.

Or they try to sell you a mule and say it is a horse….

Today we ate at the Hominy Grill.  It is probably the fifth or so time I’ve eaten there, and probably the fifth or so time I’ve been sorely disappointed by the food.  It gets write-ups in the travel magazines, and I’ve heard it was even on the Food Network for the best grits in the U.S.  Fiddlesticks, I say.   I mean, the food was okay, but barely.  Certainly not worth all the hoopla that this place continues to garner.  They must have connections.  (If you want a GREAT breakfast in these parts, go to TOAST on Meeting Street. The Best Everything!  Yummm-ola!)

But, back to today:  When somebody sells you a horse, and doesn’t deliver, the moral of the story is:  DON’T keeping buying horses from them.  (Mary even said she’s not going back to that Equine Dealership!)