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I love our cat, but…
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He doesn’t need a 4 foot wicker giraffe.
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Stress free?
The beast sleeps 23 hours a day, how stressed can he possibly be.
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I don’t know about you, but I’ve never harbored the least bit of desire to sleep in a dog bed. Giant or otherwise.
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While this might be comfortable once I plopped, I fear my bad knee would be screaming trying to get out.
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Just… no.
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Shopping for bedroom carpet continues.
And you can tell one of us is not having a good time.
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This is not my fault as I found the perfect carpet on day one… but my husband swore he could find something comparable for less money so we kept shopping.
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This was an interesting display.
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Made even more so by the fact it opened for samples.
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After another whirlwind weekend tour of flooring stores, my husband chose carpets he thought were close to the shade we wanted. Even though I (and numerous salespeople) assured him they weren’t.
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Ironically the two large sample boards he brought home were very close to the price point of my original choice which kind of defeats the purpose… no?
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And since none of them were the right shade (again), my spouse is slowing coming around to the realization he should have just agreed to my selection a few weeks ago and called it a day.
Men.
They always have to do things the hard way.
😉
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I say this online the other day and had to laugh.
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Grammar and punctuation…
They really are important.
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You know the drill…
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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.
If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.
I’ll start –
I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.
I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.
Now you.
What weird thing don’t we know about you?
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After another week of unsatisfactory carpet shopping I had to throw the husband a bone so we headed for the coast.
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Wells is probably the longest stretch of sandy beach in Maine and is overwhelmed with tourists in the summer.
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But on the off season it’s quiet, which is how we like it.
After a stroll, we headed for beer.
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And while we’ve visited other Batson locations, this was our first trip to the laid back Fish Camp version.
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It was more casual than their other locations.
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With an attractive fishing vibe.
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A few raspberry lime sours in…
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I opted for the duck fat cornbread with maple honey bourbon butter.
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Ooh la la! Sheer perfection.
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As was the digital fireplace that didn’t trigger my hot flashes.
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Not sure what they put on top of this outdoor table to hold down the cover…but it looked like a giant wine cork to me.
😉
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Enough is enough with the AI applications. I’ve written about it undressing you and suggesting self harm but this might creep me out even more.
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No thank you.
Uh uh. No way.
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What the utter Hell.
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Come on. No one needs an avatar of grumpy Uncle Harold showing up at his funeral and berating you for not visiting more often.
And a Micheal Jackson avatar moonwalking between the pews hawking Thriller albums?
Just, no.
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Good grief.
Or more literally, not good at all.
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It’s hard to tell, but I think Momma Chuck is back.
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I’ve seen two smaller guys around the property the past few weeks, but Momma’s always had a different look.
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And I think this is her.
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If we see babies under the barn next month I’ll know for sure.
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😊
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Gather round boys and girls, River has something to share.
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It’s true…
You do.
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You won’t find quality blog topics like this just anywhere. No sir.
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Still with me?
It’s almost like a train wreck. You know you should look away, but you can’t.
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Worth it for him maybe. I doubt the females are overly thrilled…
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Since my husband balked at the price tag of the carpet I chose and thought it would be easy to find a comparable replacement, we shopped.
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And shopped, and shopped.
And then shopped some more.
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The man had no idea how many different beige carpets existed… and I was determined to show him each and every one.
Textured, tonal, sculptured, Berber.
Wool, nylon, polyester, olefin.
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There was even a line devoted to pet accidents.
But not a single one held a candle to my original choice.
The search continues…
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I have a friend who’s addicted to thrifting and every time we get together she has to hit Goodwill. Over the years I’ve found some nice things there.
The following are not those things.
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I don’t know what that houseplant did to piss off this octopus, but it must have been major.
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That’s extremely disturbing.
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Even this cat was surprised.
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Oh, no.
Hell no!
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Somewhere, someone thought this was a good idea.
The mind boggles.
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