End Of Year Rant and Whine

Since we are close to the end of the year, I figured I should do a year-end post for Matt, since I've posted nothing since October. So I suppose I should recap what happened to us this year. Well, nothing much, really, except whatever I posted already.

Christmas kinda sucked here, in that Matt and I were both sick. Matt spent time in bed with mucus lungs and I slept an awful lot with my own upper respiratory infection, for which Matt has given me Clavamox or something. It's a pill that he forces into my mouth twice daily immediately followed by drowning with water. Yeah, really fun times here.

It's the first winter in our new truck that was slammed into VERY shortly after we acquired it. And that might explain why it's so drafty, and why Matt and I are both sick, in spite of the weather-stripping he did on the side box door.

Matt missed Confession and Mass Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (today) due to illness. I learned how to get into the garbage under the sink, making a couple of messes that got Matt really angry. Now he has something heavy propped in front of the garbage door. I need to eat much more in order to move it.

On the brighter side, the tree sure looks nice. The car still runs okay, the booklice are hibernating or dead, Matt still has a job, my litter box was cleaned today, and the heat works here.

We are praying that next year is better than this past one.

A Year In Review

Well, another year has nearly ended. And I suppose I must now do what everyone else does at this time: I must recap the whole miserable year so you can see how awful it was for Matt and myself.

First of all, I threw up a total of 42 times, give or take a vomit. I was on the trans dermal prednisolone, which was rubbed into the inside flap of both ears twice a day....ughh. But a month and a half ago my ears were spared and I am now being forced to endure some pseudo-chicken flavored icky ick blaaaahhhhkkkkk stuff that Matt calls liquid prednisolone that he forces into my mouth with some sort of syringe. Although my ears no longer sting so much, my mouth has lost a great deal of its taste. All that just so I can digest my food. Just feed me mice and crunchy birds and I will be fine. Back to nature...outside into the elements...no, too cold. Maybe in the Spring. No, too wet. Aaahh, the Summer beckons me with its sweet aromas of dumpsters and roadkill. No, too many fleas. Forget the Autumn, too many prankster brats running amok.

Matt and I got an apartment, so no more hotels on our off-time. This means I got me a crow's nest to perch in. That was probably the only really good thing this year, that crow's nest.

Now Matt has a tree that he brought in stuffed in a box. He put it together in about an hour. I never knew you could do that. It had no roots or nothing. Then he put all this shiny junk on it. The junk looks cool on the tree, but no smells, birds, or bugs. He needs to take it back and get a better one. Maybe one with juicy squirrels living inside a knot-hole or something.

We have not heard from batboy in quite a while. He is either hibernating or he's dead. I am hoping for the former so I can have another crack at him. He looked so delicious, like a little angel-mouse (mouse with wings). Yum yum.

So anyway, I (we) hope next year, which should happen tonight sometime, will be better than last year (this year up til now).