Mr. Superior Mortal

That's how someone I know referred to her husband recently. It was instant recognition. I live with a giant squid whose ego is bigger than Detroit so the moniker really fit. I've been calling him that now for a couple of weeks. Sometimes I say Mr. Superior Neanderthal or Admiral Superior. Makes him sound like he's as big as one of the five great lakes... Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior. If his ego gets any bigger, I may have to say it rivals the size of Minneapolis/St. Paul.

SWAT!

Laughing softly, but laughing.

We're almost in countdown mode for the giant squid's retirement. A temporary duty assignment has come up which will take us overseas for a couple of months. When we get back - around Thanksgiving - we'll think about staying where we are or moving back east. I vote for staying here but a lot depends on what Cowboy wants to do with all his spare time. There's been offers from here and there but for now, I'm hoping he'll take it easy, think it over and maybe, spend some much needed time with moi. I have promised lots of peachy things (along with my body) if he doesn't rush into a new venture.

"Your body is mine, regardless," Mr. Superior Mortal intoned.

Trying very hard not to roll my eyes but it's really killing me.

SWAT!

The man has radar.

My Rott, Panda is still coughing. She has good days and not-so-good days. The coughing is doing nothing for her lungs and every time she coughs, her mate, Tank gets distressed. Our big male cat has taken her under his wing so to speak. He washes her face, ears and stays close by. The newest feline, Pipsqueak, sleeps on her back. This seems to comfort her and biggest surprise is that Tank doesn't push them away. Tank is the Rott who never met a cat he liked if he couldn't eat it.

We went to Patrick's camp on visitor's day. He pitched a NO HIT inning. Just about bust my buttons, I was sooooooo proud! He stands on the pitcher's mound with his leg braces strapped to the sides of a walker. This allows his upper body to move without restraint and there's no chance he'll lose his balance and fall. The legs of the walker are buried deep in the ground - such a neat arrangement the camp made for him. We took pictures and video and emailed them to his mom. She's working a summer job and couldn't attend. Also sent them to David and Bull overseas and got instant replies of how proud they were, too. Patrick was pretty much floating all day and suggested ice cream was in order. Cowboy treated the whole team. I got some, too.

In the "Oh Boy!" department, the kid asked Cowboy if I've been behaving since he left for camp. Cowboy laughed. He laughed! Patrick took that to mean I was naughty and asked if I had done anything he could share with the other campers. I immediately stole the giant squid's ice cream and stuffed my mouth - got brain freeze 'cause I ate it so fast.

Cowboy was still laughing so I pinched his butt.

He retaliated with a swat.

Patrick laughed.

So glad I'm the boy's entertainment. Tsk.

Got dragged to the base to see the doc. Was going to have an echo cardiogram and some other test I can't remember. But LO and BEHOLD! Doc had an emergency and we had to reschedule. Oh Joy! Some other medical type person said he could administer the tests. I told him - touch my body and die. I see the regular cardiologist next week.

On the recipe front, I have a whole bunch of new ones to post. I tried a bunch of new peachy things that Mr. Superior Mortal salivated over so he's feeling generous. I'm making a list. Christmas is just 18 weeks away and Santa might need a little help. It's a long list.

~Sar~