Screw you Facebook!

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Like it isn’t bad enough we haven’t travelled anywhere since Christmas 2019.

As if I don’t miss the annual large trip and three smaller vacations we used to take every year.

Because Covid hasn’t made life as sedentary and boring as possible? Facebook has to twist the knife in a little deeper with their constant “memories” feature.

On this day three years ago you were happy!

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On this day three years ago you were exploring Sedona Arizona!

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On this day three years ago you had no idea life would soon come to a screeching halt!

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So cut it out Facebook!

I don’t need to be reminded how much I loved traveling… I realize it every time we treat walking over to the man cave/Barn Mahal like a weekend getaway.

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I totally saw a yacht at sea.

How pathetic is that?

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Pandemic humor… the wine edition.

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Because we could all do with a little more wine right about now.

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Testing.

It’s so important.

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To be honest, I currently have 18 rolls of toilet paper in my closet.

My ancestors might have used the Sears catalog in the outhouse but I don’t want to. Especially since it’s online these days.

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A mask no one will refuse to wear!

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It’s all about safety.

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I miss hopping from winery to winery for tastings, but this could work.

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Even birds get lost now and then.

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Birding enthusiasts are currently going nuts in Maine because this glorious creature has taken up residence along our coast.

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I think his GPS needs a little tweaking because he’s clearly off course.

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An impressive fellow, I wonder if he realizes the fervor he’s causing.

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Local newspapers and media can’t seem to talk about anything else.

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And some fabulous photos are appearing.

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Boothbay Harbor is now birder heaven. Grab your binoculars!

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Incentive

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I’m trying to see the bright side of my husband’s latest purchase. It’s not easy, but when he brought it home last week and attempted to park it in the garage?

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I saw a glimmer of hope that he might actually throw some things out to make room. You know, like the old broken gutters, the yard sale fake oil painting and the air conditioner that hasn’t worked since 1999?

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But we’re talking about my husband … so things just got stacked in higher piles.

I told him there was too much junk. Repeatedly.

Did he listen?

I think you know the answer to that.

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He did not… and ran into the broken air conditioner instead.

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Call me crazy…

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Go ahead, I know you want to. But in this case I’m crazy like a fox because I’ve found a product with multiple uses.

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The Woof Washer!

Okay, sure… it will clean the mud off your dog. But think of the possibilities.

Little Johnnie Jr. beat up the neighbor’s kid and is covered in blood?

Woof Washer!

Your 5 year old daughter found your stash of stripper glitter?

Woof Washer!

Your husband comes home from the bar reeking of cheap beer and even cheaper perfume ?

Woof Washer!

I’m telling you, this thing is pure gold.

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Out with the old, in with the … old as well.

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The husband came home with his old as f*cking dirt new truck last week.

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“New” truck.

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Old truck.

Do you see a vast improvement? Because I don’t.

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Old truck.

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Smiling husband in his 28 year old “new” truck.

This might not bother me so much if it wasn’t for the fact that used car and truck prices are certifiably insane right now and he paid twice what it should be worth.

Thanks again Covid. You suck.

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I hate false advertising.

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In a delightful break from the Ball Wash and testicle hammock ads, I’ve been seeing women’s fashion on my feed instead.

Not sure why since I never buy clothes I can’t try on first, but anything that replaces random male crotch shots is an improvement as far as I’m concerned.

I do however take issue with their product claims.

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For every body?

Trust me, this suit is not made for any woman over a size 4 and is why young girls grow up hating their bodies.

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Adore Me?

More like Obey Me or Else. Whip and handcuffs not included.

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