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The last booze shelf was added in the Barn Mahal.
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I know the husband didn’t really want to, but as I kept finding more liquor bottles stashed all over the house ( what, you don’t keep gin in your linen closet or spiced rum in the china hutch? ) it turned out to be a necessity.
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And besides, it’s his fault that they’re lopsided. My original plan was for two shelves on each side….
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He’s the one who had to have the microwave on the end of the bar.
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I’ve been known to say all men’s cologne smells the same.
Well now I’ve been proven wrong.
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Fat Electrician cologne. For those special nights when smelling like anything other than a wet dog just won’t do.
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And if Eau de le Wet Schnauzer isn’t bad enough?
There’s this:
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What the….
What?
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Praise the God of Tequila! The man cave in the Barn Mahal is toasty and warm once more.
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A brand new ( to replace the almost new 3 month old ) exterior heat pump unit was installed yesterday afternoon. It looks exactly like the other one, but it damn well better last longer.
I asked the installers what the error codes showed was wrong with the first one and received a long detailed explanation. It went something like this…..
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Refrigerant. Blah blah blah. Coil. Blah blah blah. Build up. Blah blah blah.
The section of explanation that did translate clearly? The fact that the manufacturers say what went wrong was a one in a million occurrence.
Yay us. We have all the luck.
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It was hard won, but we got there.
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The new guy, still unnamed at this time, is out and about and feeling a bit more comfortable around us.
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So comfortable… he jumped up beside me on the couch for the first time last night .
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It’s silly, but I swear my heart swelled.
Earning a cat’s trust is a gift.
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Danger Will Robinson!
There’s trouble in the man cave.
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I walked into the barn this morning and noticed it was a wee bit nippy.
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We keep the new heat pump ( 3 months old ) set at 68 and with all the sun coming through the windows… it’s always been warm and toasty. But today? The temperature was rapidly dropping.
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Lights were flashing and the unit wasn’t running. After spending an extremely annoying half hour troubleshooting with the owners manual, we broke down and called the guy who installed it… who also happens to be the son of my best friend.
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He had me check the error codes and did some research. Then he called back saying he didn’t have the parts he needed to repair it in stock, and couldn’t get them right away… so he was sending his crew over this afternoon to replace the whole exterior unit.
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Now that’s what I call customer service.
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A path has been shoveled and we currently await the new unit.
While it’s true we like our beer and cocktails cold, we usually prefer to be well above freezing ourselves.
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Finally…. my Facebook algorithm gets me.
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After weeks of revolting ball wash and genital deodorant ads, this….
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Canned mules…. and a margarita mule at that.
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And then?
They really nailed it.
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Chicken fashion.
Now that’s more like it…
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Haven’t done one of these in a while, so I thought it was time to check my small town’s FB page.
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The ultimate in tree repurposing. Goats!
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The old fashion trade and barter system is alive and well in my town. I have a neighbor who had his garage built with nothing but beer.
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Girl Scout cookies are the new crack. Those little bitches give you a free sample and you’re hooked.
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Sorry bud, someone left it in ours as well.
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That is perfectly evil. And I love it!
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Poor piner. Hope he was alright…
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The question – How do you get your new adopted kitty to relax?
The answer – Weed. Or as close to chronic as our 4 legged furry friends can get.
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Five days in – the recent addition to the family had been slowly acclimating to our house and routines… but he was still running under the bed or behind the couch every time we made noise.
Enter the catnip pouch.
I should have thought of this sooner… because now?
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We have one very chill feline.
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Because laughing beats crying any old day.
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Damn. I wish I’d been in a coma.
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Buy a ridiculously expensive cat bed? The cat will prefer the box it came in every time.
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This is very true. Maybe four… tops.
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I’ll drink to that!
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I try to do mine. No matter how strongly I disagree with the ignorant f*cktards.
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I can honestly say I’ve never felt so utterly appreciated for purchasing a product before this package arrived yesterday.
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The box told me I was helping hungry children.
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And that I was awesome.
I already knew this, but positive reinforcement never hurts.
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The inner paperwork thanked me.
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And told me again how awesome I was.
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It went on to explain that my one little bottle of ground rosemary (because the husband refuses to eat fresh… it’s too prickly. 🙄) fed one needy child.
I hope it’s true.
I’m choosing to believe it’s true, because if it’s not… I’d have to reconsider my awesomeness, and that’s not happening.
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The rosemary was quite good so I may order from them again.
But I seriously doubt it will be this…
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Tofu.
Smells like sweaty feet… and tastes even worse.
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