Chicken Little was Right!

The sky is falling! Or... some other disaster caused the earth to slip off its axis... briefly.

Astounding news: The giant squid has a cold! (Second one in 25 years.)

It's possible he's had others but if he did, they occurred when he was at sea and I didn't know about it.

Back to the basics: He woke up with a slight cough. It grew into a much more frequent cough... manly groans were emitted. Naturally, I was delighted... err... I mean shocked that an upper respiratory nasty had the gumption to attack a giant Neanderthal. Amazed I was!

Now... I admit I do not want to see my beloved under the weather under any circumstance but people... this was just too much karma smacking him in the puss! I said he HAD to take some of that vile cough medicine he is forever forcing down my throat when I have just the tiniest sniffle.

He refused. Folded his arms across his chest and refused.

AHA! Well, I can't force it down his throat. Cowboy's a big fella and holding him down, prying open his mouth, etc is just not an option. I called for reinforcements. David was in a meeting and Bull, the wuss, said he wasn't that brave. Tsk.

However, I'm a woman and as such, resourceful. I pulled out the big guns.

I stood in the doorway to the bedroom - a discreet distance from Cro-Magnum man - and ate warm peach cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream. Nonchalantly, I swore NEVER to make peach cobbler again unless he took his medicine like a grownup.

Oh my! He practically inhaled that vile green stuff - gagged - swallowed - and glared. Ahhhhh... so sorry I didn't catch that on video.

Then he grabbed the dish of cobbler and inhaled that. LOL!

I wanted to take his temperature but the last time I was ill, I actually got sick of being held down while he stuck a thermometer in my mouth or ear so when the squid was elsewhere I hid both thermometers. Unfortunately I can't remember when I stashed them so I had to feel his forehead and guess whether he had a fever... 105!

Cowboy snorted, muttered something in Italian and I laughed.

SWAT!

Tsk!

I told him he was much too sick for anything strenuous like his daily workout and that the medicine would let him rest comfortably. Heard another set of garbled vocalizations in Italian - one word I recognized, a naughty one, tsk. I decided a little TLC was in order - straddled his chest and rubbed my forehead against his. Massaged his neck and chest and realized the band was tuning up... Made him turn over and massaged his back until he was totally relaxed and almost asleep. Was getting off the bed when this giant arm reached out and grabbed me!

Utterly shocked I was!

"Somebody better be making a fresh peach cobbler," he said.

Always nice to know some things never change.

Am I susceptible to his cold? Of course. Who do you think gave him a cold in the first place? Just call me Typhoid Mary. Cowboy never gets sick but this time, he caught my cold. I've been coughing like crazy - much much better now - and even though the stars were all aligned, there must have been some upset in the universe for the giant squid to catch cold.

When men are under the weather you get treated to a whole other side of their personality. I'm a lady and will refrain from horrifying you with the details. Suffice to say... they descended from apes. (Probably baboons.)

SWAT!

Tsk

Obviously, the truth hurts.

SWAT!

Double Tsk

I'm making more peach cobbler. Apparently it soothes the savage beast. Cobbler + hot tea + tight hugs = a happier giant squid.

Since Cowboy is under the weather for a few days and it's February... I said we would have to extend our February-ing into March. Cowboy agreed and said that's why they call it March Madness.

Oh boy!

~Sar~