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No end in sight…the case of the endless creeping crud
I ventured out of the house yesterday. Someone had to pick up my prescription and other pharmacy items and The Curmudgeon is still about two days behind me in this weird creeping crud.
Seems you think you have it licked and another different symptom hits you. Hard. Yep, that’s me.
Not a good night. I hope The Curmudgeon skips this part.
And you think it’s bad when the kids are bored…
It’s too cold to go outside. Try having bored dogs. Kids you can find something for them to do to amuse themselves. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can send kids off on new adventures with the turn of a book’s page. Dogs can’t read. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can hand a kid a TV remote, a board game, an electronic game, or a computer. Dogs don’t have thumbs, they can’t use controllers. Dogs want you to amuse them.
My arms are ready to fall off from throwing various toys all day. The Curmudgeon is also exhausted.
And here comes Lucy with another idea of what we need to play with. Dogs want you to amuse them. Good thing they are so cute and we love them so much.
Wow, did you see what happened when I dropped my tennis ball down the stairs? Did ya? Did ya?
Where’s my lottery win?
12 degrees. I would head for the tropics if I could. Lottery win where art thou?
I do not like this cold at all. No, I am not now nor will I ever be looking for a home in Texas.
I’d live in Minnesota before I’d consider ever going back to the lone star state.
My Dad died there, my sister Mary died there, my Mother died there, and my older sister and her demon spawn betrayed me there.
I would consider Atlantic coast areas, the Florida keys, Hawaii, and a few other places. Sigh.
As much as I love Pennsylvania, I find I no longer can handle the cold.
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.
RIP Mom
On January first in 2007, my Mother died. I didn’t find out until it was too late to get to her funeral 2,000 miles away.
If your mother is still with you today, give her a hug.
2,222nd post!
Poor Momma she didn’t get to make her 2,222 post, I did!
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!
Momma says she will probably be back in a couple of days. She’s still not up to snuff.
She’s sorta mad at WordPress ’cause she thought they were gonna publish her STATS yesterday but they weren’t on the page when she looked. Sorry to disappoint everyone by not being here yesterday.
The Dogtors are in
Geez, we never realized how much work keeping this blog going is for Mom.
It was not a good day. Daddy went to the store trying to help out and then he fell down the porch steps when trying to come in the door. He might not have fallen if they weren’t so crumbly. At least he is coughing a lot less than Momma. Poor Daddy is going to be sore tomorrow.
Momma said we are good dogtors but she is as sick as ever. We made her drink lots of stuff and took nappies with her all day. She says she wishes we could scratch her ears since they’ve been terrible itchy inside. She has coughed so bad her ribcage is killing her.
Gavin wouldn’t pose with the stethoscope on but I would!
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