Monthly Archives: January 2015
Death of a paper shredder
Alas he served us well for many years. He ripped through tons of junk mail and old bills.
However he hit the wall today when a single sheet of paper made him gasp his last, grind his gears, and give up the ghost.
It is with great sadness I send him off to a new existence, a recycling of the old one.
The new one ordered shreds 12 sheets at one time, will shred CDs and credit cards too. We won’t know how to act having paper gulped down so quickly and efficiently.
Two final words. Snow. Yuck.
Looks like we’re in for some snow.
How much snow we’ll get is anyone’s guess. Of course this cold snap we’ve had means that Lucy gets to wear her hoodie and hat again.
She was quite pleased to have her shirt and hat on last night when the cold winds tore through here with a vengeance. This girl sure doesn’t like being cold.
At the moment she is wrapped up like a bully burrito in her fuzzy blanket. I don’t even see an ear sticking out.
The case of the creeping crud that won’t leave
Wow, this creeping crud sure does hang on for what feels like forever. Here I was hoping to be over it today, not happening.
At the rate it is leaving us we’ll be almost another week laid up with it.
We start feeling pretty good when BAM! the chest congestion acts up again.
Here’s for taking it easy and getting rid of the creeping crud once and for all.
Daddy’s dirty dogtor. Someone likes to combat crawl in the MUD!
Noooo Momma, let me!
So both The Curmudgeon and I were laid low for a solid week with a bad case of the creeping crud. I’m about one day ahead of him.
Still have some congestion and a cough but feeling almost human now. The Curmudgeon is sleeping soundly without coughing for the first time.
I might actually put on real clothes today. I’ve been hanging around in sweat pants, one of my super soft heather (http://www.teddythedog.com/Default.asp) T-shirts, and a denim shirt.
At a possible high of over 60 degrees, it’s the perfect day to get up and out. Maybe even take Lucy to the park between rain storms.
I not coming down until you lets me say something on the blog!
Almost made it.
*Move over. I need to work on my blog.*
*No, Momma you go back to the couch and I’ll do it.*
*Cough. Cough. I can do it.*
*See? You still be coughing. Go back to the couch. I am the dogtor I say so.*
Nyah, I win again.
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