Tsk!

As usual, I'm doing too many things.

Halloween was great fun. Thankfully it's over. I don't think I could have eaten one more Tootsie Roll. When I finally came down from that sugar high, I slept like a log. Unfortunately, I overslept and was late for an appointment.

Naturally, I whipped out of the house in record time, foregoing breakfast and sped down the highway to my appointment. That evening, His Holiness mentioned that I left the house with barely a kiss on the cheek so he knew I was in a hurry.

"Were you speeding?"

Speeding? Hmmm.... uh... um... errrr... this might be one of those "semantic" moments. I, personally, wasn't speeding. I was sitting... the car I was in was sort of going fast but that's what cars do, right? I mean, it's like a ship in port, I explained to the man who can go dumb at the most inopportune moments.

"Ships are safe in port but that's not why ships were built."

SWAT!

Tsk.

"Are you taking the leftover Halloween candy to the food bank?"

We have leftover candy?

"Sure."

"I don't want you eating all that junk, Sar."

Tsk.

"I like candy."

SWAT!

Tsk.

"Don't you have to go do "admiral" things?"

SWAT!

Double tsk!

Moving right along... the two Rotts we're fostering from Hurricane Katrina are doing nicely. Clyde had a bad habit of nipping my butt when I told him "no." I made noises about the glue factory... He doesn't do that any more. Bonnie, on the other hand, remains a slut. Every time one of the other male Rotts looks at her, she quickly turns into a Parisian courtesan celebrating Bastille Day. Regardless, both have learned manners; they passed their obedience trials for on and off lead.

I proudly told His Holiness of their progress. He had the gall to say I wasn't as proficient "off lead."

Tsk.

We have company arriving from Chicago - Max and Vi and Glory, who I've written about. I've cooked and baked and the house is spic 'n span. I haven't seen them in almost three years and am really excited they're going to stay for a couple of weeks. I told Cowboy he better not be thinking about spanking me when they get here. The wretch said he wouldn't be thinking... he'd be doing and followed that statement with a demonstration.

SWAT!

Tsk.

We were at the airport early. Our guests were due in at 11 p.m. but their plane was late, not arriving until just after midnight. By the time we hugged and kissed, found their luggage, drove home and finished hugging and kissing, it was close to 3 a.m. I was pooped. We all slept in and Cowboy made his famous cream cheese waffles for breakfast. Glory supervised; she loves giving orders to an admiral and mixed a little brandy with the ice cream. Then she fried it and plopped a huge dollop onto each waffle. Delish!

We also had chicory coffee which Max made cause no one makes it as good as he does. He still teases me about how much of it I drink. I really like it and it's even more decadent when you drop chunks of white chocolate in it.

Vi wanted breakfast in bed but Max insisted she eat with us so he made her comfortable on the couch and served her there. Then he insisted that Glory put her feet up and served her as well. Cowboy and I filled our plates and the five of us stopped talking long enough to stuff ourselves.

The cats - DomTom and Miss Emmy - decided that Max was their new best friend; he wasn't pleased. BullyBoy, the Bull Mastiff, sat on the floor next to Vi who isn't crazy about dogs, but he won her over with his adoration. I didn't have the heart to tell her the dog was really interested in her ice cream waffle.

SweetPea, the Rottweiler, stayed in the kitchen and gobbled up as many waffles as he could steal. By the time I discovered this lapse in behavior, he was already looped on the brandied ice cream.

I, of course, was the epitome of goodness. Cowboy wondered - out loud - how long that was going to last. Would you believe everybody laughed? Tsk.

~Sar~