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We drove through a small town the other day where I saw a building named after me.
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But it was a gym and not a bar, so clearly they have no idea who I am.
In news from the grocery store, it looks like there was a run on kitty litter.
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Are we hoarding that now? Damn. I didn’t get the memo.
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Ha! You have to love clever ad men.
And finally, I bought a calendar for the barn bar.
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It’s appropriate as fork.
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River's world..... 
The gym wasn’t made for you but the calendar seems right up your alley.
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I thought so…
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I like that last one. It reminds me of a quirky older relative who drank wine out of her coffee cup every morning. Or at least she said it was wine…
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Great calendars. I’ve seen kitty litter disappear like that. No clue.
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I hope we won’t be forced to use litter. It’s so messy…
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It could work in the barn…well, for guys 😉
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That’s what the apple trees are for.
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Over here we have lots of kitty litter, the alcohol however is beginning to run low. At least my favorites that is, I can’t find any of the Woodchuck hard cider or the Cayman Jack Margaritas….it’s gettin’ serious. I may have to go all survivalist and go to the liquor store packing….😈
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Booze hoarding is a frightening thing. Depending which side of the hoard you’re on.
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A gym??? HA!!! We have a whole area—prime–named after you https://www.goriverwalk.com/
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Technically that’s a walk. This was named River. Just River.
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You need to leave a small bowl of bread crumbs on the bark. You know so you can find your way back from the house…
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No worries. We’ve beaten a well recognized path.
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