Let me just start off by saying, I’ve always had some really good ideas when it comes to bonding with Cowboy (except when I decided that we needed to take an Amtrak train vacation, but that’s another story). I personally think a couple should always “create” ways to keep that spark sparkling (spark sparkling…I like that). Cowboy has always been supportive of my ideas OR that’s what he tells me anyway.
We were sitting in our newly finished outdoor kitchen and he was grilling us steaks, which he does really well. He definitely knows how to grill his beef (almost as well as he wears his Wranglers). I said to him:
ME: I can’t believe you knew how to build this, it’s beautiful!
COWBOY: Ask and you shall receive.
ME: The night is perfect, we should sleep out here.
COWBOY: No sense in wasting another night on our tempurpedic mattress (chuckling). I’ll get our cots down from the attic.
ME: We have cots? What else do you have stored up there?
COWBOY: I have everything we need for your crazy ideas.
So Cowboy sets the cots up and I get the pillows and blankets.
Let me set the scene for you:
It’s a crisp autumn evening…that sounds really good doesn’t it? BUT we all know that we live in Texas so let’s just say it was a cool evening. We had just eaten Cowboy’s grilled masterpiece and he built a fire to keep us warm. We talked about life while we played with Maggie and Bubba (Bubba is one of Maggie’s 12 pups, that’s another story). He tells me what his next 4G project is and of course we talk about our beautiful, kind-hearted children (they make my heart smile).
Back to the story-
We each have our own cot but for whatever reason both Maggie AND Bubba decide that my cot is their cot. Have you every slept on a cot? It’s half the size of a twin bed…and I am not being dramatic. We continue to talk and then I realize that Cowboy is not pulling his weight in the conversation so I look over and witness some serious snoring. He always falls asleep during one of our marathon conversations, humm I wonder what that is all about?! I began to think of how much I love this kind of night and doze off to sleep with Maggie and Bubba (who is the size of a horse) at the foot of the cot.
I’m not sure how long I was asleep but I’m awakened by the sound of coyotes. The dogs start barking and all of a sudden my end of the cot goes up in the air. I feel like I’m on the teeter totter at elementary school. They stand and sit and they stand again. Yep I’m on a teeter totter for sure! I look over in Cowboy’s direction and he is still snoring as if he doesn’t hear a thing…SNORING! After playing teeter totter with them three more times, I decide enough is enough! I drag my blanket like Linus (from the Charlie Brown cartoon) and head to the house.
The next morning Cowboy comes inside with a spring in his step and said:
COWBOY: I slept good lastnight. Let’s do that again. What happened to you? You look like you’ve been in a rodeo. I think you grew more hair because I’ve never seen it like that.
ME: It’s called coyotes, Maggie and Bubba.
COWBOY: I saw you wrestling with them. They always get excited when they hear coyotes.
That’s it! I’m killing me a cowboy!
‘Til next Sunday ya’ll.
