Filled with goodness, that's me!

I had hoped to update the blog last night but I was on a sugar high. When I came down I could barely keep my eyes open. We had severe thunderstorms which meant we had just a few trick-or-treaters. Wunderbar! More chocolate for me!

I ate the first stash of candy Cowboy bought so when he came home with a 2nd stash... he stuck it in a cabinet sooooo high, standing on a chair wasn't tall enough for me to reach. No couth. I waited till he left the house and heaved one chair on top of another. Climbed up... I climb trees you know - this was a piece of cake - and retrieved the goodies. Ate about half, hid the rest for another time. If he doesn't want me to touch it, he ought to buy candy I won't eat.

Naturally the couthless Neanderthal checked the cabinet the morning of Halloween. He glared at me. I, of course, never admit to guilt of any kind. There's candy, chocolate, Twinkies et al in the house... it's mine. I don't understand his problem. So he went out and bought more. LOL! Then we had severe thunderstorms. Yes! There is an angel watching out for me. So I picked up a novel, cuddled in front of the fire, the chocolate stash on my lap and had a terrific evening. The giant squid also had a book to read, drank some wine and only got up when an intrepid and drenched goblin came to the door. A great Halloween night!

Was chatting with a friend the other night - don't remember how the subject came up but I mentioned something about not being able to visualize the giant squid as a little boy. I said I had pictures his mom gave me - Cowboy dressed up for Halloween as a super hero! So cute! She suggested I send the pics to The Navy Times. I think I'll enlarge a few of them, hang them on the Xmas tree, share them with friends. They should get a few laughs. Because Cowboy reads the blog and often contributes to it, I've already sent the photos to be enlarged. I'm sure he'll have something to say about it - Yes, I'm sitting while I can.

And on the subject of being an angel... I sent a note to Santa to let him know how good I've been lately. True, my health has limited my activities but so what! Good is good regardless and I have to tell you being THAT good is downright boring. His Holiness gave me a swat the other day for NOTHING! It wasn't a sweet one either so I think I should do something to justify it. Thinking... and open to suggestions.

Surgery in about 3 weeks - feeling pretty good but still tire easily. Working the dogs in the house so they can burn a little energy; Cowboy takes them for a walk - one at a time - one always stays with me. It's cool out but not really cold. My over protective husband is concerned I'll catch cold and have to delay surgery. He's a true worry wort. I told him I loaded up on orange jelly bellies, green M&Ms, cantaloupe and honeydew mellon. I'm positive that's as much Vit. C as a person needs. No need to write to him and fill him with other food ideas. I've got it covered.

Not cooking or baking these days, eating what the squid fixes. Fortunately he doesn't say too much when I ignore the green things he puts on the table. He tells me he's keeping score. I no longer remind him how o-l-d he is and how his memory is totally shot. I'm good that way.

~Sar~