Friday, December 29, 2006

Code Red? Already?

Had an interesting conversation with my cowboy last night.

“Hey Cookie,” he says. “Miss me?”

“HA! Miss you? Never!”

“Never? Not even a little?”

“Wellll… okay. Maybe a little.” He growled over the phone line and I had to smile. “Okay, okay, Cowboy, so I missed ya a lot. Happy?”


“So, is there a point to this call or what?”

“Can’t I just call to say I love you?” he asked, mock hurt in his voice.

“You can but you don’t.” I grinned into the phone. “What’s up, honey?”

“I’m almost home and I wanted to see you tomorrow. You game?”

“Always but I have plans with Scarlett tomorrow.”

“Hmm. Girls’ night out?”

“Sumptin’ like that,” I replied.

“I’ve got a friend meeting me here tomorrow afternoon. What if I bring him along?”

“I dunno about setting her up with someone she doesn’t know.”

“And you keep telling me she needs to see someone other than Duke.” I could imagine him shaking his head at me right then. “So, which is it?”

“You’re right, you’re right. Lemme call her and see if she’s up to it, okay?”

“Okay.” I loved the sound of the smile in his voice. Hearing him happy never failed to make me happy too.

“One question tho…”


“What’s his name?”

“Not gonna tell you.”

“Why not?” I asked, outraged.

“Because I know I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Oh nice, Blake. Reeealll nice.” He was laughing on the other end. At me, no less.

“Let’s just say, the ladies think he’s great. Red’s bound to love him.”

“Okay. Guess I’ll just have to trust your taste. I mean,” I grinned at what evil thought I had in mind, “after all, you did choose me.”

“Oh heaven help me…”

“It’s gonna take more than heaven to save you from me, Cowboy.”

“I’m countin’ on it, cookie.”

“I’ll call you right back. Bye.”

“Bye, babe.”

Okay, then my call to my best friend and fellow trouble-maker went like this:

“Hey, Red. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. You’re lucky I answered the phone.”

“Duke buggin’ ya again?”

“When isn’t he?”

“Tomorrow night maybe?”

“Hah! You think he isn’t going to follow us out?”

“Not if you don’t tell him where we’re going.”

“Won’t stop him.”

“Maybe not, but Blake and his friend might.”


“Yeah, he’s on his way home now and says he’s got a cute friend meeting up with him tomorrow.”

“How cute?” she asked, interested.

“Not sure. I know most of his friends but he won’t tell me who. He’s afraid I’ll spill the beans.

“Well, Blake’s pretty cute and as long as his friend’s as cute as he is, then we’ll be okay.” She paused for a moment, then continued. “But, in the meantime?”


“Details! Get me some details woman!”

We were both giggling hysterically as we hung up. I was still laughing when I made this return call to Blake:

“Okay, Cowboy, we’re on for tomorrow. On one condition.”

“And that is?”

“That you’re friend is at least as cute as you are. He can be cuter, though I’m not sure how that’s possible.” I love my cowboy, he’s such a doll. Although…

“Well, Scarlett’s gonna be disappointed then because I don’t think there’s anybody as cute as me…”

“Oh gods. This is what I get for stroking your ego.” I groaned.

“Stroking my what?”

“Ego! You’re ego, honey. Geez.”

“Oh. Yeah, that too.”

“You are horrible!”

“But isn’t that why you love me so much?”

“Sometimes I wonder.” I rolled my eyes and smiled at his incorrigible attitude. It was why I loved him so much. It made him so much more fun. But I’ll be damned if I was going to tell him that. “So, gimme details.”

“’Bout what? I thought we’d meet around eight at my place and then we could hit that new place you’d mentioned last time.”

“That sounds great, honey, but I wanted details on your friend.”

“Trying to replace me?”

“Not yet, but I’m keeping my options open.” I couldn’t hold the laugh back when I said it. “Red was curious. That’s all.”

“Hmm. What she want to know?”

“Basics. Age?”


“Perfect. Older, but not by much. Hair and eyes?”

“Brunette and blue.”

“Yummy. Reminds me of someone I know.” I could just feel the blush creeping up his face and neck. “How tall?”

“Um, shorter than me?”

“Duh. You’re like, I dunno, twelve feet tall or something. Try again.”

“Hey, I’m only 6’5”!” he argued.

Only?” I asked, giggling. “How much shorter? Shorter than me? How ‘bout Scarlett?”

“Yeah, he’s shorter than you but…” his voice trailed off. He was thinking, I could tell. I could smell smoke. Even at this distance. “You know, I think he’s about her height.”

“So, about 5’9” or so. Sounds good to me.”

“Well, I’m sooooo glad you approve,” he muttered sarcastically. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, cowboy. Tomorrow at eight. Or earlier.”
I could just imagine the evil grin spreading across his luscious mouth at that moment. “Yeah, most definitely earlier.”

“Good night, you dork.”

“Night, babe.”

So… do you know what this means? I’m going out tonight in my red high heels…

Sorry… I just COULD NOT resist.


Thursday, December 28, 2006

My Roommate's Lost His Mind...

He and a friend are out back trying to blow up something. I'm not sure what, and I'm afraid to ask. Hard tellin' with those two.

Albie, my roommate, is a mountaineer. He likes to climb mountains and then jump off the tops of them. Makes sense to me. David, our friend, also known to the world as Bubble Gum Brain, likes explosives. And he totally enjoys blowing things up. He once blew up my boyfriend's guitar case 'because it was ticking'. Had Dave bothered to look, he'd have noticed my Cowboy's WATCH inside the case but you know how men are...

Why me?

But I'm not sure what I'd do without either of them. They keep life um, interesting...

Ah gods... they're chasing squirrels now. Give me strength, would you? And a whole lotta patience.

I'm off to save the wildlife...

A very irritated Ali

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

What Do You Do...

...with a cowboy who doesn't have a clue? I mean, besides kicking him in the pants, that is...

But seriously, I like bows and knives as much as the next girl but ya can't honestly expect me to kill some fuzzy creature with them now, can you? Or can you? lol I guess I'll find out soon enough... Although the bow he bought me was rather nice. *siiiigh*

It's dark and cloudy out today and I'm all alone. Home for a change, but my cowboy is nowhere to be seen. He's gods-only-know-where today. He'll call later, he always does, but it's just not the same. It's so much nicer to have your hunk with you to snuggle on a day like this.

More to the point, on a night like this.

Whine, whine, whine, Ali. Get over yourself.

Ah well... until he's back home, I guess it's just me, a cup of cocoa, the fireplace and the cats. :)