Late to the Party Again!

I know! I know! It's been a long time since I posted. Mea culpa, life has grabbed ahold of me and is squeezing toooooo hard!

This is just a brief note 'cause I'm swamped but the giant squid said he'd update this blog today or tomorrow. He promised. He always keeps his promises, especially the ones I wish he'd forget... never mind.

I believe it is my patriotic duty to let you know - in advance - that you shouldn't believe everything he says... We did NOT have a male stripper at his birthday party. Truth is, the wuss backed out when he realized the party was for his commanding officer. But I did rent a camel.

A Naval officer of some rank gleefully said... "I hear the Admiral spanked you." It's not true that I said... "I hear the Admiral demoted you." Wellll I said something similar but those were NOT my exact words. Tsk.

It's not true that I brought a dozen dogs back from the shelter to take up temporary residence in our kennels. I was delivering a few bags of dry dog food and as always, I wander through the building to see if there are any pups that will be turned over to pure dog rescue and might come to my attention in the next few weeks. HONEST! I was just looking. You know how life sometimes just grabs you and no matter what you were doing or thinking... it takes you on a fork in the road that you hadn't explored before? Welllll I heard squealing and other puppy noises so I followed those sounds.

A couple of teeny tiny baby bulldogs - all by themselves - their mama died - had to be hand fed - were currently 4 - 5 weeks old. WRINKLES! I felt weak just looking at them. The shelter caretaker let me take them out so I could play with them in their puppy room. I sat on the floor and they crawled all over me. I couldn't stop hugging them. They had PUPPY BREATH and pink bellies! Ohhhhhhh I fell in love and took them home to foster.

I think it was meant to be. That's what I told Cowboy. It is against my religion - Sar-ism - to repeat the naughty things he said, especially because he muttered the words in Italian and it's so easy to exaggerate in that language. And when he tells you there were a DOZEN puppies, he is so o-l-d, he's forgotten how to count correctly. 12 does not follow 4. There were only uh... five of them. And they're so small! All together they probably are as big as one bulldog, maybe 1 1/2. They're in the house until they are big enough to stay in the kennels. The cats immediately took charge and are keeping them groomed.

And furthermore, I did not drink his merlot. SweetPea did.

And... no matter what David says, I did not send slinkies to the marines in Iraq. I sent yo-yo's (to the marines in Afghanistan.)

I'm sure he'll tell you other awful things. Please remember I'm a saint who lives with a Neanderthal, a spanking Neanderthal.

Tsk.

Final rant: Can you believe Mother Nature? Tomatoes are suspect! Why couldn't she have ruined the broccoli crops? I love tomatoes! I can barely tolerate looking at broccoli. DOUBLE tsk!

Cowboy was home for his birthday and now he's up and left AGAIN. But I saw his return flight voucher and I know he'll be home next week. I went out of my way to make a new peach cake that was SO delicious the pups and I ate the whole thing. I told him about it in an email. He said you're making that for me when I come home, right?

LOL! Doesn't he know peaches are way too expensive these days? (I wonder if the baby bullies like peaches?)

~Sar~