Cowboy's Still Away!

He's been in Europe, probably working a 7 - 3 shift, eating gourmet meals and spending leisurely afternoons on the beach ogling the bikini clad women. The women, in turn, are flirting like crazy and flaunting their charms at the giant squid.

I'm gonna smack him upside the head when he gets home.

Meanwhile, on the home front, I'm not sleeping much. I don't stay up too late; I get sleepy and jump into the sack with Cowpoke, the squid's clone. I sprayed the doll with Cowboy's after-shave and I snuggle up with it, put the doll's arms around me and that's okay for a while. But it doesn't whisper in my ear or pull me back into an embrace if I roll over.

I'm definitely gonna smack the giant squid upside the head for leaving me at home.

I wake up about 3 a.m. most nights. If the squid was home, he'd cuddle me back to sleep. He's not at home so I get up and eat something and then work in my studio until I'm falling on my face and fall asleep again. Sometimes I make it back to bed; other times I wake up on the futon in my studio when BullyBoy licks my face 'cause the beastie has to go out to pee.

If the squid was home this would never happen. First, I'd still be in bed; next, he'd let the dogs out. I should smack him when he gets home.

We've been eating large. We ate an entire gallon of lime sherbet - the pups and I - so when Cowboy called and asked if I've eaten anything green, I could honestly say I did and lots of it.

Taking the Husky to obedience trials next week; he's a smart pup and has learned the basic commands very quickly. He still gets naughty with the female Rott; she still bites him on the nose when he gets too familiar. I'm interviewing prospective owners for him; he'll be ready to move to his "forever" home in no time.

There's this really cute guy who runs the obedience trials... since Cowboy is away, I may have to flirt with him. If the squid was home, he'd be with me and I'd keep my distance but since he flew off to Europe and left me alone...

My neighbor, MsKeptWoman, asked me to go shopping with her. Her sugar daddy is flying in from Belgium and she needs new lingerie. I grabbed Cowboy's extra credit card - the one he said to use if I had an emergency - and went with her. I bought the prettiest under things! The only thing is... I forgot to keep track of how much I spent but since the credit card company didn't reject any of the charges, I'm guessing I didn't hit the credit limit.

I'm thinking if I wear some of the new lingerie and hold a peach cobbler in my hand... that might make the giant squid forget about the credit card bill. That's what happens when I'm left alone to fend for myself when he flies off to Europe.

I was going to get the outside deck resealed. We got a lot of rain this winter and Cowboy wanted it done while he was away. But... Nordstrom's had a huge sale on shoes... a new chocolate shoppe just opened and I wanted to support the local economy and buy a little of everything they make, the pups needed new collars, and I saw some beautiful batik fabric I had to have... And besides, men should get the decks resealed; women should spend their money.

Is that a sexist attitude?

Too bad.

And if he complains about any of this, I'm gonna smack him upside the head! (Then I'm gonna get the hell out of Dodge!)

~Sar~
Note: I haven't been able to access my email for a while. Yahoo assures me it will be fixed any minute now - that was a few days ago.