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Cowboy calls this rambling; I call it stream of consciousness. Basically, it's all disconnected.

My Panda Rott had pneumonia. She's much better now. We go to the vet tomorrow and if x-rays show that her lungs are clear, she'll go back to the yard and her kennel. She's antsy in the house but has developed a passionate crush on the refrigerator.

Miss Emmy, the slut cat, has been living under the bed while Panda's in the house.

We're having spring weather during the day, winter at night. I took the pups for a walk and came upon a toddler wandering around his front yard. No mama in sight. Sweet Pea was an English nanny in a previous life and he immediately took charge of the baby, licked its face and invited those chubby hands to pet and yank and pull and poke and finally, the child plopped down between the Rott's front paws. I waited... about 10 minutes later, mama showed up, shrieked that a black monster dog was attacking her child. I contained myself, called the dog to me and muttered unkind things about her parenting skills as we went on our way. Tsk. He didn't even drool on her. If it had been BullyBoy who licked the kid, she would have had cause for alarm; his drool is lethal.

She called the police... long story short they warned her to take better care of her child and made a big fuss over Sweet Pea when they dropped by the house. The dog took the adoration in style; that English nanny gene he carries is awesome.

Cowboy had to go to the base unexpectedly (allegedly) last night. He said he was meeting with commandants and other senior brass from the neighboring bases. He also said it was a high level - hush hush - meeting. Between you and me I think they were drinking beer, playing poker and smoking cigars. (This might earn me a swat or two when he reads this.)

Well... at least they weren't stinking up my house and eating everything in the refrigerator. (I suspect the swats are adding up.)

It's income tax season in the states. The accountant called. Are you sitting? He said chocolate was not a prescribed drug. Thoroughly shocked, I was! I argued that some people get an Rx for marijuana for medicinal purposes. Surely, I could get a similar exemption. After all chocolate makes me calmer and happier and that alleviates stress for my husband who needs a clear head when he is on duty. The accountant said in that case Cowboy should file a separate business expense form and get the deduction since he is the basic beneficiary of my chocolate intake.

Uncouth fellow. I'm going to file my taxes and look for a new accountant. Tsk.

Cowboy has to be on the East Coast in the not-too-distant future. While he's there, he's going to zip down to Western North Carolina and take a look around. As much as we love it out here in the Pacific Northwest boonies, he misses the East Coast. I told him he could move... and I'd visit now and then. Yeah, yeah, his hand made immediate contact with my bottom before I even blinked! He said that area of the country has things we don't have. Yeah... like bugs and heat and humidity and brown spiders - ickkk - and plenty of tornado scares. We don't have bugs or heat or humidity and only an occasional earthquake... We also have an OCEAN and a multitude of lakes. Western North Carolina is INLAND and way across the state from the ocean. They do have lakes and pretty mountains but we live in the valley between two mountain ranges - the Olympics and the Cascades - doesn't get prettier than that.

~ sigh ~ This does not make me happy.

I told the giant squid he'd better check if the area has peach trees 'cause if they don't, that could be a deal breaker. I'll think of other reasons not to move east if he gets serious about this. Oye! This could be a hint of what he's going to be like when he retires - in the very near future. I may have to emigrate.

Speaking of emigration... depending on who gets elected POTUS in November... I might have to move. Always liked Iceland.

Tried a new cake - caramel, walnut, banana upside down cake. Delish! Soooo good, the pups and I ate the whole thing. I guess I should make one for the giant squid. I'll post the recipe after I finish snacking the rest of the caramel, walnut topping. It goes good with peanut butter and waffles which the pups and I ate while watching a documentary on sharks. The narrator was enamored of the sea monsters. Personally, I think he was hug-deprived as a child.

Did I mention that both David and Bull are deploying to the Middle East in a few weeks? I smacked both of them upside the head. They've done that before; they don't need to do that again. Did they listen? No! I will be a basket case until they return. Naturally I'll take out my frustration on Cowboy.

What is it with men and long hair? I decided to surprise my beloved one night last week by waltzing into the bedroom as we prepared for bed. I wore v-e-r-y high heels, my birthday suit and showed off my new short short haircut. Did he notice my birthday suit?

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" He sputtered something like that.

Sheesh! Got a warm tush till I yanked my wig off. When he realized I still had long hair, he apologized. Gee, thanks. Just for that, he can go to North Carolina without me.

~Sar~

P.S. I've lost a great deal of my electronic address book. Slowly compiling it again so if you were waiting for an email from me... please drop me a quick note so I can reply.