All things considered, my love, Echinoia Eeeps has been pretty good to me this year, so I guess I'll be dressing up again in the Merry Prankster End of Year Sacrificial Muskrat suit for the big Eeeps Family party. So far I've managed to escape alive, but everyone's aim is constantly improving, so we'll have to see how it goes.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps has next week penciled in for artillery practice. Luckily for me the self-propelled tank target is out for repairs. Extensive repairs. (Her aim is improving.) So not only won't I be driving but I don't need a note from my psychiatrist explaining why I can't help out this time.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps heard that I was taking a bath, so she barged right in with her stepladder. She likes to sit on top, about eight feet up, and use a rubber band to shoot paper clips at me. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining, as long as she doesn't return to using rabbit pellets as ammo. Even then, it's iffy to start complaining, given what happened last time, and even if she did run out of moose turds, she could always just pound me again.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps insisted that I sleep over New Year's Eve. Quite an honor. We've been a hot item only about six years so far and this is my first invite. She's even put fresh hay in the dog house for me, so I'll be quite the comfy little fellow. And of course I'm all tingly just thinking about what we might get up to. Fetch, perhaps? A few rounds of fetch? Maybe? Anything can happen around her.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps is trying her hand at cheese making, and since this is all new to her, she's going to keep it simple, working on Swiss, and starting with only the holes.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps said I'm a keeper. I think she may be planning to have me stuffed. I only hope that I don't live long enough to find out how it feels.
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Me? Lying low. Very low.
