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Now that the weather is warming and the grass is turning green…
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Our resident woodchucks are showing up more often.
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There’s not much for them to eat yet and since I want them to leave my garden beds alone?
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The buffet is being laid.
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😉
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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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