Is it me?

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Now that the new living room furniture is in place, it was time to start shopping for coffee tables. Ours are old and mismatched and bear too many dings and cat scratches to be serviceable.

After our nightmare replacement of windows, and doors, and floors…. I thought this would be a breeze. I didn’t want anything special, just one rectangle for in front of the couch and two square side tables in a medium wood finish. Drawers or no drawers. Stylish or plain. Traditional or modern.

I was leaving my husband at home… so I knew finding something to please me would be much quicker.

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Or not.

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I just wanted something simple.

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Something that didn’t look like a metal suitcase…

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Or a canoe.

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After five furniture stores…

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I came to the conclusion nothing is easy anymore.

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I know I sound like a broken record, but still…

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I can’t help it, I’m going to keep sharing these.

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Did you have a make believe friend when you were young? An invisible playmate to keep you company and act as confidant. I didn’t, but it seemed harmless enough.

Until now.

Welcome to the digital age when your fake friend might be a tad tricky.

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An AI companion?

Count me out.

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See?

Tricky.

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Autoeroticism and stabbing as conversation stimuli may be more than most people are looking for in a digital friend.

Or not.

It’s a crazy world…

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Let’s play.

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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.

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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.

Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.

A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.

Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.

How about you?

What can’t you do without..

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I’m throwin’ it back.

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Remember when we used to do Throwback Thursday?

I always enjoyed that. Mostly because I liked posting pictures of myself with a waistline. Ah… those were days.

But a memory popped up on my FB page the other day and I thought it was too fun not to share.

My husband was the second of 9 children. His mother was a mere slip of a woman and I often wondered how she stayed sane. Yes, it was a different era… but that’s still a lot of kids.

All but two were born in Maine as the family moved to a dairy farm in western Connecticut when my husband was 8.

7 of the 9 siblings are in this photo with his mother, the rest are cousins.

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Can you guess which one is my husband?

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An ancient Roman Name That Crap.

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For those of you who don’t know, I used to have a blog series called Name That Crap where I would drag some ridiculous old piece of junk out of my husband’s cellar of horrors and make my readers guess what it was.

It was fun, and some of your answers were a riot.

Fast toward to the other day when I saw CNN playing the same game.

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Ancient Roman Name That Crap!

I’m in.

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Let’s do this…

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Not a tool, okay.

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I’m going with Julius Caesar’s personal Rubik Cube.

Now you.

Name That Roman Crap!

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Here she comes…. Miss whaaaat?

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I was never a beauty pageant fan. Even as a young girl I thought they were ridiculous.. but this?

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This is beyond ridiculous.

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And if the idea of AI beauty contests isn’t high enough on the stupid scale? They named her Madame Potato. Is that supposed to be sexy… because I don’t get it.

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AI Miss America, bringing the world together with starchy root vegetables.

Good grief.

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And in local news…

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My town’s Facebook page is usually good for a smile or two and I check in occasionally to see what the locals are up to.

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Hmm.

That can’t be good.

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That’s definitely not good… and another reason I don’t mind looking like a weirdo walking Dudley around our property on a leash.

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It is indeed. I had to stop on the side of the road just yesterday and help a big fellow across before he was squashed.

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