Sar-isms

Cowboy here. I have been kicked out of the kitchen. Spring holiday cooking/baking is in full swing. Periodically I get to taste test whatever's coming out of the oven or off the stove. I hear lots of giggles, see 2 little gals, chocolate smears on their faces. Sar's baked dozens of her famous black & white cookies. I get the feeling they're being consumed in great quantities. David is due back here in a couple days; Bull will be arriving mid week. Bull's mother might be flying in as well. Allie's husband Paul due end of the week. My wife loves to feed a full house during the holidays. Expecting a few other folks as well - 1 is the nephew of the local parish priest - the boy will ask the 4 Passover questions. Don't know all the Passover/Easter plans. Positive my wife has a few surprises. Hoping none of them include a jelly bean eating contest.

Alli's company has been good for Sar. Both are inspired to make life interesting. Snow has melted a bit; snow creatures are dissolving; morphing into "dying" aliens draped across the driveway, the front steps, leaning over the porch railing, beside the front door. Amazed no one has complained about the melting horror show. Canadians are very polite people.

Sar-ism: Small local dog show here recently. A bunch of poodles were featured on TV. Alli wanted to know why the animals were groomed in those pom pom coats – on legs, etc. Sar said they look that way because they're members of a weird religious cult. Peach pie in the oven - I refrained from commenting.

Sar-ism: Alli was matron of honor at our wedding many years ago. The other day she asked why we were married on a Tuesday. Sar's reply: Couldn't get married on a Saturday. Alli: Why not? Sar: Cowboy likes to watch cartoons on Saturday. I got out of my chair, walked across the room and gave my wife a much deserved swat.

Alli's cat Hissy Fit slipped out of the house, scaled a tree, our dogs barking at the bottom encouraging the feline to stay there. Sar climbed the tree after the wayward cat. I climbed up after my wayward wife. RCMP showed up after Allie called for help. Mounties laughed – one said he wasn't sure they could use Canadian resources to save an American cat. Sar yelled if he didn't, it wouldn't look good for international relations, mentioned there were warm brownies in the oven. Knowing my wife's penchant for serving "special" brownies to those who cross her, I suggested they refuse the brownies, eat the black & white cookies instead. Cat jumped down by itself. Mounties were saved embarrassment of gastrointestinal distress. U.S./Canadian relations salvaged.

Tree climbing adventure wore the imp out. She had to lie down for a while. Our big male cat stretched out next to her, the dogs on the floor by her side – no room for me. Amid much animal grumbling I was able to lift Sar out of our bed. The critters followed me out of our room. When they were on the other side of the door, I slipped back in, closed the door and the imp was mine. Whining, hissing went on for a bit. Such is my life. Sar in my arms; peach cobbler for dessert. Life's pretty good.

Cowboy
P.S. "Someone" has consumed a great many chocolate bunny ears. I'm starting to believe earless rabbits are a species unto themselves.