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Never thought I'd be one to blog but Sar's been a bit busy lately and when she started this thing she gave me the url for posting along with her password so I could - in her words - feel free to ramble during my *senior moments.* Oh yeah, gave her a swat for that.

Whenever I am away for a few days the imp reverts to the habits of her life before me. She eats junk and sleeps when her eyes close and lives life in double time. We've been married for a lot of years and she still has that zest for living every day to the fullest that she had when we first met. Translation: doing whatever pleases her. I spend a lot of time slowing her down a bit so she'll have the energy to enjoy another day. About the only way to do that is to keep an arm around her which isn't a bad way to spend a few hours.

So the other night there was a full moon and the imp wants to dance naked in the backyard. This is a monthly event but one I object to in the winter months. The first time I laid eyes on her she was dancing at a benefit for military veterans. It was in DC and I took one look and knew I needed to know more. On that particular occasion she had clothes on. It wasn't until we got a fenced yard that she started dancing without any clothes on. Have to say I didn't object. In the beginning we lived in a wooded area in Virginia. Had a lot of trees and the closest neighbors were a bit away from us. Sat on the back steps and watched this wood nymph dance. It was a beautiful sight. It's still a beautiful sight but I don't want her catching pneumonia.

Sar wears leg warmers when she dances and if it's cold out she adds a wool scarf. Last night after I told her earlier it was too cold for her to be out there dancing, I noticed she added mittens and a wool cap. Naked lady with leg warmers, scarf, mittens and cap. I'm telling you folks this woman could teach Special Forces how to evade the enemy. I put noisemakers on all the doorknobs that lead to the backyard so I know if they are opened - cowbells, mobiles, anything that rings or clacks together - and she still got out the door without my hearing her. On top of that her Rott and Mastiff got out with her without making a sound.

I realize it's too quiet in the house and walk out to the back deck and there she is - dancing like it's 80 degrees - her dogs sitting in the middle of the yard watching her. I take off after her. The dogs get in my way. I order them to sit. They don't listen to me. I consider that insubordination and yell at them. I'm not gonna swear to this but the sounds they made might have been dog laughter.

I chase after her. Her scarf gets caught on one of the evergreens and I get a grip on her arm. That's the end of the dance. I haul her over my shoulder, deliver a couple of good hot swats and pull my sweater off and cover her up. The whole time she is protesting and laughing and wiggling and - ok, she's sexy as hell and all I can think of is getting her in the house and warming that butt and lovin her.

I do all that and have to leave the house early in the morning. Come home about mid morning and Sar is on the back deck with 4 dogs and 2 cats and 2 boxes of twinkies - about 40 twinkies - and an empty gallon of milk. The boxes are empty. Sar is asleep. Her Mastiff is snoring. The 3 Rotts are glass eyed and the 2 cats are doing what cats do - licking their fur. Sugar high. At least she was wearing enough warm clothes. I pick her up to take her in the house - she's waking up and giving me that drunk look she gets when she doesn't remember how she got where she is. I think this is how women achieve an innocent look when you ask them something they don't want to answer. It's a memory thing. I tell her she ate too many twinkies. Sar says there's no such thing as too many. She says the same thing about chocolate. I'm thinking a spanking is about to happen. The rest is none of your business.

Cowboy