The Not-So-Much Mule day

Last week Christine invited me to go home with her to KENTUCKY!  I've never been to Kentucky... atleast not to my knowledge... and this was such a fun time adventure!  

Her family works with a children's home and they have a fall festival every year to raise money.  So this past weekend, I went home with Christine and Amy to help with the fall festival.  When Christine asked me go, this is basically how the conversation went:

Christine:  My mom told me whoever I brought home with me would help me with the mule rides!!
Me:  Okay!  Mules rides?  So what exactly does that mean?  What will we be helping with?
Chrisitne:  I don't actually know.
Me:  OKAY!  I'll go!  I'm going to call this entire weekend Mule Day!
Christine: Okay!

So, the entire week leading up to Mule Day Weekend, I envisioned what Mule Day would look like.  I pictured a pole... with mules tied to it... walking around in circles... with saddles... for little kids to ride on.  I guess I got this idea from remembering what pony rides consisted of back in the day when I was a little kid pony rider.  Mules aren't ponies by the way.

We arrived at Mule Day (aka the fall festival) at about 9:30 which was the time the mules were supposed to arrive.  We sat under our blue tent labeled "mule rides" for a very long time.  I changed Mule Day to Missing Mule Day.   I think it was about an hour and a half later that the mules finally arrived.  It was then that my vision of Mule Day was completely and utterly crushed changed.  These mules were not mules at all.  They were horses!  And they were not saddled and ready to be attached to a pole.  They were attached to a carriage.  A carriage that held about 8 kids and would give them a ride around the block.  Pssh.   Missing Mule Day turned into Horse Day.  About 2.5 later Horse Day was obliterated when lady who owned the mule-horses said to Christine and me, "We don't need y'all!  We do this all the time."  Oh.  Okay.  Bye then, Missing-Mule-Horse-Day.  

Haha.  In truth, I wasn't crushed at all.  Since we had no real job to do, we just wandered around and people watched.  P.S.  I love people watching.  I crack myself up while observing the weird things people do.  I wonder if people I don't know watch me and laugh at dumb things I do.  I hope so.

I've recently discovered, while looking for a fun time picture to put on here, that mules can sometimes look a whole lot more like horses than I thought they did.   So, they may have actually been mules.  Who knows?  Let's be honest.  They probably were mules and I'm dumb for thinking they weren't.  But it's a better story if I continue to claim they were horses.

I have no earthly idea who this person is.  All I DO know is the caption said, "Tommy and the cool mule."  And that's enough for me.