Cowboy here. About 5 p.m. here. My wife just hit the sack. Had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, ate nonstop for a couple days. Sar's cooking/baking rate top marks. The imp roasted a turkey, baked a ham, all the fixings, dessert fit for a king. Just a few leftovers. Discovered a pile of little gifts on a chair – guessing that's chocolate from everyone that ate – bribes to be invited back.
Sar ate everything but turkey, the only green item the imp consumed was a key lime pie before we sat down to eat. I made cream cheese omelets for breakfast; Sar ate that, followed by pecan pie, ice cream on top. Today, she washed the dogs, groomed the cats, answered a bit of email, sacked out. The imp's exhausted but catching up on rest so I'm not complaining.
Tomorrow I'll complain. Normal schedule, diet or else. (Someone remind me about the "or else" part.)
That broken wrist didn't slow the imp down as much as I thought it would. I see her rubbing it a bit; she's gonna be rubbing other parts if she's overusing it. Someone remind me what I'm supposed to do to ensure that.
Video conference with Bull in his hospital room. His mother had a spread of food for her boy. Sar wanted to know if possum pie was on the menu. Bull said yes but that he had it sent out our way. I asked the imp what she sent him – it's always a game of one-upman-ship for those two. Sar just arched a brow. Keeping score on that game. Sar matched Bull for consuming pie. Reminded mia bambina he wasn't 100% yet. She teased him a lot anyway. The man said he loved her, still waiting for her to grab those pots/pans, run away with him. The imp said when I got too old to eat peach cobbler, she'd do that. Delivered a swat. They both laughed.
Won't be long before Bull gets some innovative surgery – titanium inserts in his legs. Medics say it makes them good as new. He's up for a few skin grafts on his hands – skin will come from his back. The young man's body is still a bit bruised but his spirits remain high. There are casts on his limbs, some ribald comments written on them, members of his former unit in/out of the hospital room regularly. There's more going on. I'll let Sar fill you in. The imp's writing another piece about her favorite tank-size marine.
Cowboy
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Glad you both had such a good Thanksgiving. Now if your memory is slipping so badly you have forgotten the 'or else' part and other things maybe Sar need to think about running off with Bull! Have fun as we continue this holiday season!
Hugs,
PK
Cowboy, good to hear that you both are well, does anything slow Sar down, she wouldn't be your imp, if it did.
Good to learn that Bull is doing well, let us hope that this continues.
If you need advice on how to deal with your imp, I'll gladly help, but well out of her reach.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
Sounds as if things are looking up! Glad to hear that both Bull AND Sar are doing better. :)
Glad you all had a great time! That's great Bull is doing so much better.
As always,sar, wears herself out doing for others. i don't know of a more generous heart.
I am glad you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Bull and sar are both on the mend.
I'm sure sar won't mind if you can't remember how to deal with her offenses.
Hugs and love to you both,
Kate
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