Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Potts Year in Review- 2011

Our little household, which consists of a sunny wife, a cynical husband, an oafish Corgi, and an aquaphilic cat, came through the past year fairly unscathed. We were very lucky, the cat most of all.
The Missus gained a long-overdue, and well-deserved, promotion to a training position. She is a natural at presenting in front of a group, whether she be singing, or explaining the minutiae of pharmacy overrides. She spent two weeks conducting a training class at a call center in Florida, and even though she had no appreciation of the warm December weather, she did brave it long enough to take some beautiful beach pictures. She is, herself, a portrait of loveliness.
The Hoosband continues to cripple Kansas City's running community with ill-fitting footwear. Now in his fourteenth year with the company, he has become eligible for The Golden Thumb, a gold-plated, asbestos replica of the most important tool of his trade. In accordance with his abilities, it will be a left. He completed four marathons this year, which somehow failed to make it onto any Top 10 Memorable Sports Achievement lists.
Chloe the Corgi continues to belch, grunt, bark, lumber, slobber, and flop her way through life. She spends both of her waking hours "sunny side-up," so that she can be patted and scratched on her magnificent white chest. Last week we noticed that she had gotten a tattoo on it which read, "Born to Kill Bunnies."
Carlos the Incorrigible Cat visited his father in Mexico over the summer. We then took the opportunity to stitch our wounds and change the locks. Alas, he returned, attached claw-wise to the back of one of our building's maintenance men. Carlos is a challenge- in the same way the Black Death was a challenge- that we hope to one day meet, before he annihilates us.
We sincerely wish you all a happy and prosperous New Year. A complete stranger wished me that today. It was unexpected, and very kind. I don't know how she meant "prosperous." She might have meant it in the financial sense, which in these times when so many are foundering under debt, joblessness, homelessness, and despair, would have been an uplifting enough sentiment. Or, maybe she meant it in the sense of prospering in all the other things that make life worth living: love, companionship, good health, and Nutella.
Thank you for reading,
MP