Cowboy here again. The imp traded one flu bug for a different one and finally admitted she was feeling poorly. Right now she's in her studio surrounded by pets and sketching something for a lady that wants one of her art pieces.
She got rid of that intestinal bug, lived life in double time for a few days, then got snagged by respiratory congestion. It's her own fault. We had more snow than we're supposed to get out this way. Our neighborhood was deep in the stuff. Sar can't resist snow. Don't know why but that's how it is. As soon as the imp got out of the house she started making snowmen. Not 1 or 2 but a whole damned village!
The most respectable one was leaning against a tree holding a book in its hands - twigs actually. One female snow person - slim - well endowed - on its hands and knees - a damn snow dog sniffing its hind end. I kicked that one down the minute I saw it. Nosy neighbor across the road probably had a stroke. Two small snowmen were "peeing" on each other. Sar stuck hose nozzles in their crotches. Kicked that one down too. Maybe it's the meds I made her take - don't know how she comes by these ideas. She built a snow fort - a "cowboy" snowman bent over the top - a snow arrow in its back and a flag that read "remember the Alamo." I do not know this woman.
The neighborhood kids love my wife. Their parents are as happy as I am when the snow melts. I'm waiting to get a letter from the neighborhood homeowners association reminding us about some code that includes lewd snow people displays.
She taught 9-year old Patrick how to zap a snowball using a slingshot. They both bombarded me when I got home from work. I went after the imp when a snowball hit me in the face but before I could reach her, Patrick's snowball hit my chest. It could have been worse. Once she had the dogs jump me in the snow. As soon as I was down with 300 pounds of fur on my chest, she stuffed snow down my pants.
I waited till Patrick went home, then I got her warmed up the old fashioned way - shower, swats, some genuine lovin.
Up early the next morning. Heard the imp sneezing, grabbed the cough syrup I keep hidden so it doesn't get dumped down the sink, sneaked up behind her while she was recovering from a sneezing session and got some meds down her throat. Between the sneezing and the meds she got sleepy right away. Made her some breakfast and put her back in bed.
Sar's threatened to write a story about my ill-spent youth and post it for all to see. As long as she doesn't post pictures I can handle it.
Cowboy
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Please get her well Cowboy! We really miss her out here. I want her version of the snow people and the snowball fight and exactly how you warmed her up. Thanks for the update!
Hugs,
Elis
Yep get her well soon! You are a good good Neanderthal!
Get well soon Sar!
Huggs
Theresa
Hi Sar,
Hope you are back to your impish ways real soon. Take care of yourself(!), with the help of the Navy and Marines, naturally.
Healthy thoughts,
Spoze2b
Cowboy, how can you not love her, she is one fabulous lady, a proper loving handful.
I'll bet the kids love her, lewd snow people, how great is that.
I know, I shouldn't encourage her, but she truly such fun, my Mel would have adored her.
Please tell her to get well soon, we miss her.
Sending love and healthy thoughts.
Warm hugs for Sar,
Paul, aka (zealous voyeur)
Please, please, please! Somebody take some pictures and post them somewhere of these awesome creations. They should not be lost to posterity just because neighbors find the art less than fitting. Most true artists are greatly misunderstood and for art so ephemeral to be lost to humankind's conciousness is nothing short of abhorrent!
Continue, please, to nurse her back to health and future artistic endeavors. And maybe by her some really warm ski duds, that way she can create without the current dire consequences (at least to her health) Long may it snow!
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