Well, I was impressed by your secret identity until you gave the game away by telling me who you were! You could have told me you were a sultry spy who smoked hand-rolled cigarettes out of a silver holder and could kill men with a twist of your thighs if you'd wanted and I would have believed you.

Tell your kids they should go down on their knees and kiss the hem of your garment for getting them a pony. My mother, my older sister and I all grew up wanting for nothing else and spending all our time having to ride other people's. My brother is still scarred by the experience of having horse-mad women all around him and I'm not allowed to even lend his daughter my old Monica Edwards or Ruby Ferguson books in case she gets infected with the same madness and starts demanding that he buys her a pony and they keep it in the orchard. My sister has two horses now, but it's not the same as growing up with one. Seriously, those kids owe you big time. Please send me pictures? What size is he/she? Colour? Breed? Tell me everything!

I'm loving LJ-land so far. It's an all-you-can-read fic buffet out here, isn't it?

Ankh mocked your My Little Pony icon? That's low coming from a woman with a spandexy icon. Do you collect MLPs because I gather there are gadzillions? And are the guys in your icon from the Without a Trace that Scribe was talking about?

Really pleased you made contact, Lisa! It's always great to hear from you.