Six of one..half a dozen of the other.

I love this term. The first time I heard my mother say it was when we were driving somewhere and I asked which way I should go: Route A or Route B? I made her repeat her response a few times before I understood it (half of a dozen is 6- yikes! I'm slow sometimes.) Route A and B were basically the same and would both get us where we wanted to go in the same amount of time.

This little anecdote, aside from being interesting (it WAS interesting wasn't it??), leads in nicely to another little anecdote I would like to share that made me smile.

I have a friend who is horse crazy. A lot of us have a friend like this, or at least know of one. You know the type - really horse crazy! They have pictures of their horses on the wall, go to all the horse shows, own about 100 horses, have about a zillion ribbons and trophies, breed them and know enough about horse anatomy, disease and reproduction to be specialised horse vets. Bless them! It takes a lot of love to get up in the morning in the middle of Winter, de-rug the horses, feed them and put them out in the paddock...especially when you have a million of them!

I also have another friend (Yes, TWO friends!), who I would like to refer to as my Bling Bling friend. She has immaculate nails, knows how to shop and has LOADS of bling! She is gorgeous(and the bling really does suit her!)

Recently, my horsey friend has been attending daily to one of her horses, Wattie, who is currently waiting to foal. Wattie hasn't had much luck in the past. She has lost all her foals pre-term and one not long after birth.

One particular day, Wattie required her usual drug regime to help her with the pregnancy (PIO shots - progesterone in oil - just like us humans). Bling Bling friend was visiting. Horsey friend was telling Bling Bling friend about how much it is costing her in drugs everyday. Bling Bling friend was amazed and asked WHY Wattie needed all of this stuff. Horsey friend was about to attempt a lengthy, horse-vet style explanation, but instead replied, "Well...(pause), Wattie's like Tiffany."

"Oh," Replied Bling Bling friend. No further explanation was required.

Yes, you see, Wattie is my fertility sister. We are both reproductively challenged. She's a horse. I'm a human. But in the end, it's six of one, half a dozen of the other! We both need a little bit of help: but if Wattie can do it - then so can I!