Happy Birthday Time!

The giant squid had a birthday a few days ago. I think all year long, he lives in fear of what I might do to help him celebrate.

Big wuss.

As usual, he told me not to make a fuss. He wanted a quiet dinner, peach cobbler for dessert and no gag gifts. He said he was getting older and a quiet celebration was just fine.

"Uh huh."

"I mean it, Sar. Nothing overboard."

So I made sure we had a lovely dinner, peach cobbler for dessert and no gag gifts on his birthday.

However...

The night before...

We had a slam dunk of a party! It was GREAT! I invited a bunch of friends, had a LOT of gag gifts and more peach cobbler and streamers and whoopee cushions. There was also a piñata filled with taffy (and condoms... These are sailors and marines - don't ask, don't tell, don't even think about it) and a male stripper jumped out of a cake and the other ladies and I enjoyed e-v-e-r-y second of that act.

Cowboy was speechless! Naturally I took a picture of that "rarer than Haley's Comet" moment.

Once everyone had calmed down, the stripper had left, and the cake was being consumed, I set up an ancient 8MM film projector. Everybody teased me about the old technology but were in stitches when I showed film of the former Seal-currently Admiral as a boy... washing a car, flirting with the camera as he tried to make hoops, wrestling with David in the backyard of his childhood home. There were also a few shots of him at a very early age - his mama wiping his face with a wet cloth because he had marinara sauce EVERYWHERE.

LOL! He was really a good sport about the whole thing. Of course, I kept a BIG distance between us until I was sure he was a little tipsy from all the wine he consumed. I also managed to stand behind one of his larger-than-life friends when I noticed "that look" when his gaze found me.

Happy Birthday cake and ice cream and presents were all wonderful. He enjoyed it in spite of all the naughty stuff but what's a birthday party without pony rides? Dutifully, everyone followed me out to the back deck and Lo! and behold! A beautiful pony was in our backyard, saddled and ready for us. The pony's owner took one look at Cowboy and said he was too big to ride that sweet creature so naturally, I got to ride it instead. I think Cowboy was relieved. It would have looked funny if he got in the saddle and his feet touched the ground. Tsk. It would have made a great picture.

All the ladies got a ride and while we were taking turns, the birthday boy assured me I would be getting "his" birthday spanking later that evening... Hmm... This was worrisome because the giant squid is so o-l-d, he probably wouldn't be able to count that high and keep the numbers straight. I thought about making flash cards.

When everyone finally left for the evening and he was reaching a Pop-Eye arm out to grab me, I reminded him that his birthday wasn't until the next day so spanking me would be premature.

He said he needed the practice.

Oy!

Lots of hugging and kissing and far too many swats later, the band played on. Later, when we were cuddling and enjoying that sweet time before sleep took over, I noticed my pups were sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed watching us.

Uh-oh! The pups are always locked out of the bedroom when Cowboy is home. I swear... both the Mastiff and the Rott looked like they were desperate for a cigarette.

Tsk.

~Sar~