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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is relaxed and finally feeling like this is home.
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He’s adjusting to our routine and no longer runs at loud noises.
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The vacuum cleaner is still regarded as an evil entity, but he’ll happily sit at my feet while I blow dry my hair.
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The living room furniture seems to be his favorite…
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And I have to say I’m a bit jealous at how much sound sleep he gets.
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Life is good for this little guy.
And us.
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I don’t often recommend beer to friends because everyone tends to like something different. But once in a while I come across a special one that makes me so happy…. I have to share.
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This strange Belgian concoction has a delicious whiff on chocolate upon introduction…. and then sweeps you skyward in a heady sour cherry cloud.
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Pairs well with rich and dense desserts?
Then bring on the 12 pound chocolate fudge layer cake and River is one happy blogger.
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Seriously, if you like sours? You’ve got to try this one.
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Frank A. agrees.
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I clicked on the video.
But in my defense…. how could I not? It had a talking ass that wasn’t a politician. That’s a rare thing these days.
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I knew it would be bad, I knew! But I clicked on it anyway… and boy, I wasn’t wrong.
There were directions.
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And the aforementioned chatty butt holes.
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(Who dreams up these things?)
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They were quite explicit about where the offending odors originate.
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But by the time I reached this part of the video?
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I had to turn it off. With the knowledge that I’ve doomed myself to a slew of bizarre Facebook ads for months to come.
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Why is nothing ever easy for us?
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After searching far and wide for a kegorator and coming up empty (thanks again for making everyone housebound alcoholics Covid 19) we broke down and ordered one on Amazon.
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Yay! Fresh beer would soon be flowing from dual taps.
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Boo.
The box was in rough shape when UPS delivered, the protective packaging broken. And when we tore off all the wrapping?
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The right rear side was dented and the access plate bowed out.
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Had it just been cosmetic I wouldn’t have cared, but the damage was right near the motor and something was rattling.
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So back it goes.
Damn it!
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Lately Facebook’s algorithms have given me non stop ball wash and butt deodorant. I have no idea why …. as I don’t have balls or need to perfume my ass.
But this?
This is definitely a bridge too far.
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Tofu!
For the love of all that’s holy…. no.
I don’t eat it.
I won’t eat it.
And you can’t make me eat it.
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A more disgusting thing to put in my mouth I have never met.
And that’s saying something.
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Yes, the husband bought another tarp in anticipation of another rain storm.
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And yes, he decided to put it on the roof on a windy day.
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What a good idea that was.
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Was I helping?
Yes.
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Was I also laughing my *ss off and photographing the endeavor?
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Of course.
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At least this tarp is heavier and smaller so it doesn’t hang over the side and flap in the breeze like the last one.
Will it stay on the roof during a storm? Doubtful, but not for lack of trying on the husband’s part.
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Required shot of our backyard with the paltry amount of winter snow taken from the top of my ladder.
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The World Wildlife Fund is currently running a fundraiser in which you “adopt” an animal. I think you receive a stuffed version and some other cutesy little stuff but that’s not what I’m blogging about.
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So sure, everyone wants to adopt a koala. Their cuddle quotient is off the charts and they’re freakin’ adorable.
But really… who wants to adopt a bat?
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And a blood sucking bat at that.
Another tough sell?
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While I find devils rather sweet, prevailing wisdom says no.
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Whale shark? Their mouths are four feet wide and they eat 50 lbs a day. That’s almost as much as a teenage boy.
Something tells me these guys are going to be at the orphanage for a very long time.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a well behaved cat. He’s a dainty eater who doesn’t bite, howl or beg. He does however scratch the furniture on occasion. Wanting to nip this habit in the bud, I purchased numerous scratch worthy substitutes…. none of which have worked.
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This is the latest, and his highness has absolutely no idea what to do with it.
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Enter a little well placed chronic.
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Scattering catnip on the scratcher elicited a response…
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But it wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
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After rolling his entire body over it and becoming dusted in weed?
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He didn’t scratch, he napped.
Good thing he’s cute…. because he’s kind of clueless.
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WTF Forecast cracks me up.
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Rude clouds. What did I ever do to them?
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Inevitable selfie with uninterested cat.
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Makeup? What’s that. I wear it so rarely now I swear I feel like a carnival clown when I do.
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Gin in my pesto?
Yes please!
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Vodka meatballs? Where have you been all my life!
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Wow.
No one wants that.
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Because I’m still laughing. (Mostly at myself, but hey… you’ve got to work with what you’ve got.)
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Actual selfie of author
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Now that’s what I call following the CDC guidelines.
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Wow. Now I’m really glad we got another cat.
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Agreed. I listen to my husband’s all the time and trust me, they would be greatly improved with a keg or two.
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I vaguely remember wandering aimlessly through brick and mortar stores sometime in the distant past….
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Technically this last one isn’t pandemic humor… but we’ve all spent so much time on social media lately it seemed appropriate.
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