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Pick an otter.
Any otter.
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I’m going with I.
Slightly amused, slightly befuddled.
Which otter are you?
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Let’s play.
Moronic maps.
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Another day, another bunch of ridiculous statistics.
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Clearly people in Tennessee fish differently.
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As attractiveness is completely subjective, I’m suspending belief on this one.
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You have to appreciate specificity in the law.
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I recently posted European male genital size… this only seems fair.
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Do that many people really say jam?
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The Waffle House coincidence is strong.
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The price of cocktails is sky rocketing like everything else. Add some fresh fruit puree and herbs and they can be as much as a meal.
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Movin’ on up.
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There was a cancellation on the hospital schedule and my partial knee replacement surgery has been moved up to next week.
While I’m glad to get it over with a few weeks sooner, it’s also forced me to swing into hyperdrive. Mad cleaning of the house, laundry, fresh sheets, mop floors etc and a big grocery shop to stock up. I’m going to make and freeze a lasagna as well as some soup. Will cook a big pot of gumbo the night before so we can have leftovers after. Probably some apple bread as well.
And now to the pre surgery prep.
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For five days before I have to shower with this nasty antibacterial soap. It stinks, has no lather and you’re not supposed to shave. Sorry doc, but that’s not happening. I know they’re worried about cuts but I’ll be extra careful. I also have to put a weird antibiotic gel up my nose twice a day. It’s slimy and makes my nose run so I have to blow… which defeats the purpose if you ask me.
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The night before and morning of surgery I have to drink this awful stuff. 50 carbs? Damn. What is it pure sugar?
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Nope. Just pure chemicals.
Yum.
After surgery? They gave me these.
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I’m not a pill popper and will try my damndest not to take more than a few Tramadol and forget the heavy stuff.
How heavy is it?
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I hate opiates. Didn’t take them after my hysterectomy and am hoping I can get by without them this time around as well , but we’ll see.
The thing that really ticked me off? When I asked if there was a non opioid pain killer I could use they said yes, but most insurance won’t pay for it. I told them I didn’t care, I’d private pay and they said no, they were required to prescribe these… but if they didn’t work I could request an alternative later.
That’s BS. Will they work? I’m sure they will, probably too well.
Doctor prescribed addicts.
What a world.
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Sunrise and sadness.
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We woke up to another glorious sunrise last week.
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But as I was standing on the back deck taking pictures, I noticed something to the left.
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In front of the woodshed.
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We have a few morning skunks nibbling under the bird feeders now and then and they often scurry into the shed if they spot me.
But this one wasn’t scurrying.
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I’m going to issue a warning now.
This poor little guy was dead, and since we love our backyard visitors like family … and I’ve never been close enough to touch a skunk…. I did that morning. I also took pictures, which might be disturbing.
So again, here’s my warning.
Dead animal photos to follow.
Please leave now if you find it distressing.
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Skunks don’t live very long in the wild. On average only two to four years. And since we didn’t see any signs of injury, we’re guessing it was just this sweet little fellow’s time.
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He looked very peaceful. As if he simply laid down and went to sleep.
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I like to think the beautiful sunrise helped him on his way.
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❤️
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News you can’t use.
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Still here.
Still useless.
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Uh uh.
No cockroach milkshake for this chick.
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Yes, she lost control of her bowels while running and kept going…. with the excrement, well… how shall we say? Dispersing.
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Thankfully the teeth belonged to wolves, deer and bear. Not great aunt Edna. That would be tacky.
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Of course it does.
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Apparently it had a hand crank.
Make of that information what you will.
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I’ve been known to squeal over a fine piece of chocolate, but I don’t think I’ve ever gone ultrasonic.
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It’s that time of year.
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It’s apple season in Maine and though I don’t know how they managed with the terrible drought we’ve had this summer….
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Our two mature trees are loaded with fruit.
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Which means…
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It’s time to pick apples…
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And bake pie.
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🍎👍🍎
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I have adult toys now.
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And sadly, they’re not the fun kind.
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No.
After another redundant appointment with my orthopedic PA, where we went over prep and procedure for my partial knee replacement surgery again…
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I’m now the (not so) proud owner of a cane and a walker.
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Welcome to Oldville River.
Grab a shawl.
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Let’s play.
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Because everyone likes Fridays.
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The way things are going? That’s probably what it will take to fill my oil tanks for the winter.
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But if I have to use it for something fun and frivolous it would be one of two things….
A fabulously flashy red sports car for the husband. The man loves to drive, and though his hair may be grey… he still loves to drive fast.
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Yeah, he’d look good in that.
Though I’ll have to wait for my new knee before I attempt exiting that low slung beast.
And if I don’t buy him a sports car? We’ll take a fabulous tour of Europe, first class all the way.
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Back to France because we both loved it the first time. Italy for the food and Roman history. Austria for the Alps and my very large but never met mother’s side of the family. Ending in Britain to explore English castles, Irish pubs and my father’s Scottish roots.
Now you-
If you had to spend $100,000 on something fun, what would it be?
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Sunrise, with skunk.
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Another colorful sunrise, this time with something stinky underneath.
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Stinky..
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But also cute.
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Random funnies
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I knew I shouldn’t have posted a map about male genital size last week…
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The algorithms always make me pay.
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I feel you panda.
I really do.
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And of course I’m still being flooded with knee surgery horror stories.
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My fingers are crossed that’s not an actual physical therapy device.
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But it’s good to know there are appropriate post surgery tattoos.
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