Run Amok Week!

Oh Joy! Today is the first day of Run Amok Week! I'm so excited I can barely stand it. The giant squid is in full Neanderthal mode; I'm soooo proud I can do that to him. 

In case you weren't aware of the week… Santa's "naughty/nice" list ends Christmas Eve when the jolly old fat guy shows up to do his thing. The new list doesn't begin until January 1st. So that leaves a WHOLE week with nobody taking notes, keeping score and being disagreeably Neanderthal-like. It's a week to run amok! No swats, spanks; you are home F-R-E-E!

This morning, I made oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon for the giant squid, a milkshake for me, oatmeal and bourbon infested eggnog for the pups to wash it down. I thought His Holiness would go through the roof.

"My bourbon" he shouted.

Tsk. He can't drink alllll of it and besides, SweetPea and BullyBoy were thirsty; oatmeal does that. Later I let them sample the cheese puffs I made along with some of the wine that had been sitting around for a while. My pups snored it off all afternoon. Such mellow pups.

I sat on Cowboy's lap while I ate half a box of chocolate turtles and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Chocolate does that to me. Just when he was getting ready to do one of those caveman – over the shoulder maneuvers – and take us somewhere with more privacy, the phone rang. I continued to eat the chocolate and do a slow strip tease in front of him. He was watching me and trying to be civil while talking on the phone. It was a real challenge. He mumbled a few responses to the caller and had to repeat himself several times. When he finally ended the call, I was halfway up the stairs. The pups were between me and the frustrated man I married in the last century.

"Come and get me," I sang. (I also put the pups in a sit/stay/watch mode. Cowboy didn't have a chance to get past them to me.)

He yelled!

Tsk! No couth.

He made threats.

I laughed. "It's Run Amok Week! All rules are null and void."

"That's what you think," he growled. (He growls a lot when he doesn't get his way immediately.)

"What's it worth?" I asked, stripping my undies off, tossing them at him.

"Anything!" (What a frustrated man!)

Anything? LOL! I am so good at being naughty. I will make the man pay up allll week.

Okay, time to up the ante. I think I shall go slide down the banister in my new lingerie. Be sure to run amok. It only happens once a year. Let your creativity shine! Mine doesn't need any polishing.

Running amok… before I run out of steam.

~Sar~