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I dealt with the toilet paper shortage.
I survived the run on flour.
But the newest Covid related tragedy might just tip me over the edge.
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Yes, boys and girls…. our fettuccini Alfredo is about to put a bigger dent in our wallets.
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God damn you Corona virus! Isn’t it enough you’ve made a trip to the hardware store seem like a big day out?
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Leave my cheese alone!
*She says as she allots more money in the budget. Who needs those pesky prescriptions anyway?*
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I don’t drink coffee, never have. But if any brand were ever to tempt me to start? This might be it.
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As previously noted, we had an electrician in to put some electrical outlets under our bar. And because we’re either cursed or the unluckiest people on earth, things did not go well. I won’t bore you with details but after 3 hours of trying… ka-Ching! …. the only option was this.
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Ugly ass exterior junction boxes… that because I let the husband supervise? Were mounted too high and now leave me unable to run the three foot long shelf I’d purchased for that spot.
Two foot long shelves it is. Grrr.
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A recent trip to our local pub found the owner munching on these. And while I utterly despise all sugar free, fake ass, wannabe chocolate? These weren’t half bad. Of course I was a few Cosmos in by then, so they may have actually tasted like cardboard. For $15 a bag, I don’t think I’m willing to check.
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Yes.
Yes they are, and bless their little souls for the good cheer they spread.
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It might be a new year, but I still need to laugh.
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I’m speechless.
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If it is? I’m doomed.
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I have Prime. Yay!
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This so reminds me of my MIL. She never missed a thing.
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Funny, but also true.
And because I’m not always snarky?
A few words of encouragement.
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I woke up to this the other day…
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Which made it a very good morning indeed.
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Because just when you get mired in the day to day drudgery that is life in the Covid era…
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Mother Nature slaps you up side the head and says, “Snap out of it!”
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There’s beauty all around us.
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You just have to know where to look. (And have a big ass backyard.)
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I had a blissfully ball free month or two but now they’re back.
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The bizarre ball wash ads Facebook thinks I need to see.
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This time it’s filled with helpful Valentines Day hints… like nut rub.
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And while I am nuts about my husband?
I won’t be purchasing anything from this tacky line of products anytime soon.
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Meet Frankie Rae.
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Apparently he’s becoming a rather famous goat.
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How pathetic is it that a goat has more fans than I do?
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On second thought, he’s more photogenic, so it might make sense.
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So maybe the husband and I should get a wombat, and when we feel comfortable traveling again… I can feature the cuddly creature in my posts.
Could I share my dinner with a wombat?
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Sure.
Could I share my bed with a wombat?
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I don’t see why not.
Could I stage wombat-centric wilderness pictures?
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Of course.
Granted, the goat will one up us during the holidays …
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But uniqueness is key. And I dare you to find you another blogger who has a traveling wombat.
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I’m knee deep in an extremely detailed and comprehensive biography of a fascinating First Lady.
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How detailed and comprehensive you ask?
698 pages worth. It weighs a ton!
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While I don’t usually read biographies, this tome has enough action, scandal, politics, intrigue, and history to satisfy fans of any genre.
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I thought I knew a lot about Nell.
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I was wrong.
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Is it wrong that I’m taking great pleasure from whipping my other half in our weekly Scrabble games in the Barn Mahal?
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Round after round.
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Day after day.
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Do I chortle every time it happens? Yes.
But come on… he skunks me at pool. He murders me at darts. I don’t think I’ve ever beaten him at Monopoly, Risk or chess. But when it comes to contests of trivia or anything word related?
I rule.
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And yes, I take perverse pleasure in the victories.
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I love me some cannolis…. and at times have gone to great lengths to procure a decent one. So imagine my horror on discovering that one of my favorite desserts is not as innocent as it appears.
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It’s official.
I will now never be able to gaze lovingly on this tasty treat without blushing.
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Sigh.
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So yeah, thanks for that Sicily.
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It rained again, in January, in Maine. That’s not supposed to happen. Most years we’re positively buried in snow.
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And I have to say I’d much rather be doing this…
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Than dealing with this…
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It rained…. and our roof sprung yet another leak.
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In yet another brand new spot. Every time the husband thinks he’s fixed it? It leaks somewhere else. And while the temperature has been mild (for us) it’s still not warm enough to strip and replace a roof. So while we wait for spring and pray for snow, our ceiling is being ruined. I’ve bleached this 3 times …
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And it still bleeds through.
Kill me now.
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