Y’know how people tell you not to count your chickens before they hatch? Here’s another piece of free advice: Don’t name your horse before it turns sideways. I was admiring this gorgeous horse at the stables today. (I volunteer there because John isn’t buying the “they’re just big dogs” pitch.) I was actually sitting in my car thinking what I’d name her because of that gloriously lush mane. Rapunzel? Belle? Then it turned sideways. It was NOT a girl! I might need to Clorox my eyeballs. Fabio, perhaps?