It's 7 A.M. and cold. I'm still asleep, engulfed in the warm, chaotic mess that makes up my bed. My boyfriend snuggled up to my backside, two cats snuggled into my stomach and chest, and one on top of my hip, with the dog at our feet. I'm not in any position to move, nor would I want to.

And then the phone rings.

I nudge Kevin, who mumbles, "You left it on the dresser."

It's still ringing. Crap. I nudge Kevin again and say, "Arm". He obiedently lifts his arm off my waist. I then proceed to try and wriggle my own arm out from under one of the cats, without disturbing his sleep, of course, only to feel my elbow bang into something solid.

"Ow. Good morning to you, too," Kevin says, sarcastically, rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry!" I say. I continue to try climbing over the top of Kevin to get to the dresser (because I wouldn't want to disturb the cats). The phone's still ringing and I'm frantically trying to tear away blankets to reach for the phone, knowing I don't have much time left. I'm still half-way perched on top of poor Kevin, when I finally get my feet clear of blankets. The dog, suddenly realizing I'm leaving the bed, hopefully for his breakfast, comes flying out from under the blanket and hits the floor. The same time I make a run for the phone.

I step, he yelps, I yelp, I trip, I grab the blanket as I crash to the floor, pulling the blanket (and everyone on it) down with me. The cats all scatter, the dog slinks away, and Kevin rolls over to stare at me.

The phone stops ringing.

Kevin reaches down, grabs the blanket and pulls it back onto the bed. Then rolls back over. "Yeah, good morning to you to!" I say angrily as I push myself back up onto my feet. "And I'm fine, thanks for asking!" It took me a minute to realize he was laughing.

"Serves you right!" he says. "That's what you get for trying to be nice."

I threw a pillow at him, then retrieved my phone. My mother had called and left a message about a horse pasture for rent for 50 bucks a month. What?! 50 bucks? That's cheap for my area. I called the number she left and talked to the owner. She sounded very elderly, but she informed me the pasture was well fenced with a barn and a lean-to on either side, and big enough for two horses. I asked her location, waiting for the catch.

"I'm on South 16th Street, " she said.

"South 16th? I live on the corner of South 16th!" I exclaimed.

I informed the owner I wanted to preview the pasture before bringing my horses over, and she agreed. I hung up the phone, squeeled with excitement, kissed Kevin on the forehead, and ran from the room. I just reached the front door when I heard him yell, "Put some pants on first, for God's sake!"

It ended up being a really good deal. My horses are now right behind my horse where I'll be able to watch and care for them myself. I even have use of the barn. It will be a little tough not having constant access to an arena and roundpen, but I'm hoping that neither horse needs them. Anyhow, I'll keep everyone posted.