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I knew it, but I did it anyway.
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And now I’m paying the price.
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My FB reader is filled with ridiculous ads.
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There’s a jerky of the month club?
Fowl Capone and Habanero Escobar?
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The only thing worse is this…
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Fresh goat poop.
Because no one wants a slightly stale batch of that.
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Alternate title : The Bitch is Back.
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Still on our roof.
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Still trying to chew her way back into our house.
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Look at her.
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Taunting me.
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We’ve sealed up every entry point we can find.
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But she keeps looking.
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Did I laugh when she scrambled on top of the gutter, slipped and fell in the downspout?
Damn right I did.
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Because we all need to laugh more often.
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I don’t know, but FFS…. someone send her back.
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How exactly does one do that?
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We’ll all be doing this come January.
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Yes.
That sounds about right.
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Guess it’s been a rough year for everyone.
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Oh, those Brits.
Ever helpful with the good advice.
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Here’s hoping your holiday is happy, safe and free of tactical response teams.
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I mean, really. Who wouldn’t?
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A wiener beverage is a beautiful thing.
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Who knew pricks were so helpful?
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I’ve been seeing a lot of the next type of item recently.
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If someone could explain the current fascination with unicorn bodily functions to me, that would be swell.
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Mixed tapes?
Someone needs to set Marty McFly’s dial to the 21rst Century.
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First it was cat butts, now Corgi.
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The world really has gone mad.
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You know the drill… if you’re a business blog and are trying to sell me something? You’re history.
This goes for the slew of robotic self help sites as well. I’m as good as I’m ever going to get. I’ve accepted that… they should as well.
So yes, I zapped a yoga promoting site that followed me recently… but not before I checked out their page.
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Yoga? No thanks. The days of twisting my body into a pretzel are long gone. The husband isn’t happy about that either…. but what are ya gonna do?
But beer? There’s an exercise routine I fully support.
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Drinking beer and posing? Heck, I’ve been doing that for years!
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Beer.
I always figured it went with everything. But yoga?
Who knew!
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I admit I never gave the mongoose much thought before I read this article.
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But now?
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The ladies have earned my respect.
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You go girl!
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My husband, the king of romance.
Since we haven’t done any traveling this year due to the global plague, my wonderful spouse suggested we take a ride up the coast one warm afternoon last week. I readily agreed and dressed appropriately.
I was a little surprised to hear him pulling the truck out of the garage instead of the Beemer, but he loves that old thing and I figured he wanted to run her for a spell.
I should have known.
Where did my thoughtful husband take me on our relaxing ride up the coast?
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To one of the few remaining bring anything and everything you want to throw out dumps that are still open during the pandemic.
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And while I’m thrilled there are still things he’s willing to relinquish, this wasn’t the leisurely waterfront cruise I had in mind.
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Romance.
I think it’s well and truly dead.
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Well, no. Not that kind.
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But this type could be amusing.
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I live for crazy, off beat adult games.
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Whaaaat!!
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You get a giant red crab claw free with purchase?
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I am so buying this.
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Leaving the niece’s new/used car with our mechanic to be worked on, we went to lunch at our local pub. I was two Cosmopolitans in and tackling dessert…
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( A scrumptious apple cinnamon crunch cake a la mode with accompanying hard cider)
… when the niece told us she actually hadn’t registered her car yet because when she went to the DMV the day before? She forgot the paperwork. Mind you she’s telling us this on a Friday afternoon, the day her temporary plates run out.
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Teenagers. You can’t kill ’em, but Lord knows it takes a lot of restraint.
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And what made it even worse? Her legal address is the Island where I spent my teenage years. She had to register it there. Did I mention the only way to get to the Island is by boat?
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We flew down I 95, put her on the 2:25 ferry with strict instructions she do nothing but register the damn car and come back on the 3:45. This left me and the husband with over an hour to kill.
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Yeah, you knew that’s where this was going.
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Two lovely Harvest Sangrias later…
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At one of our favorite watering holes.
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There was creamy clam chowder…
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And mussels with white wine and garlic drenched tomatoes.
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If we’d stayed longer I might have been tempted to play with their cider combinations.
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But it was 3:30 and I’d already had 5 toddies that day.
*Hic*
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Was that fish fleshed out when we went in…?
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Anyway, long story long… the teenager was finally legal with her very first license plates.
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Her car had been successfully tinkered with, her oil was changed and the next morning we gave her a AAA gift membership and 4 brand new tires.
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At which point I said, we’re done… and welcome to the wonderful world of car ownership. Tons of fun, but lots of responsibility as well.
❤️
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In my dreams, I’m a proof reader. It’s the perfect job because someone would pay me to read all day and find mistakes. Like this one I just found in a John Grisham novel.
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Did he really loved the office? I don’t think so.
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That’s a good question. Nothing worse than a greedy hog.
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Anyone want to purchase our 4 year old water pump? My husband thinks the buyers be lining up and made me list it on 6 various sites. No offers yet… and I can’t say I’m shocked.
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Bourbon toothpicks? Yes please!
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Maine brewers come up with some interesting names for their beers.
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And if you think that’s bad?
Here’s my husband wearing the t shirt at the Sebago Lake Brewfest a few years ago.
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