The great escape.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten snuck out the not quite closed back door yesterday. It was his first taste of freedom since we adopted him back in January…. and he was positively drunk with joy.

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Instead of grabbing him and flinging his furry little butt inside, I let him enjoy the nice weather. At first he was calm, and jumped up on the table to lie in the sun. I petted and praised him and began to rethink my outdoor ban.

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Before I knew it he’d jumped off the deck and started wandering in and out of shrubs. I kept a close eye on where he was going, thinking he’d be satisfied to slowly explore his surroundings. But then?

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Bam! He took off running… across the lawn, past the garage and out towards the road. I called his name, he ignored me. I tried to catch him, he ran faster. When I finally herded him back to the deck, the little devil crawled under it… way out of reach. No amount of coaxing (or cursing) would bring him out. I spent half an hour waiting for his highness to tire of the stand off but no, he wasn’t moving. So I got a broom.

That managed to get him out from under… only to have him sprint directly to the woodshed.

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Where he climbed, jumped and writhed like a madman, knocking over bricks, plant pots and basically everything he touched. There’s only one entrance, so after 10 minutes of wild scrambling trying to get away from me?

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He gave up and perched on some wood…. which is when I grabbed his Royal highness, threw him over my shoulder and marched him into the house. The house he will probably never be allowed to leave again. Sorry Dudley, but you blew it.

Naturally his Lordship was quite put out with me. I got the stink eye, the cold shoulder and then the non stop howling and pestering for a repeated chance at the great outdoors.

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I love my town.

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Not much exciting was happening in our little burg this week.

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It was a very mild winter and unfortunately we’re all apt to have lots of Johns. Wait…. that didn’t sound right.

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John gets around.

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Bad puns. They’re everywhere.

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A brazen coyote? This is where my mind went….

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That’s got to be a hard way to go.

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With a name like Tofu, the odds are good she wasn’t eaten. Even hawks have to draw the line somewhere.

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It’s that time of year.

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The time of year Mainers go absolutely bat shit crazy over a tiny unfurled fern frond.

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The season is short and anxiously awaited. Foraging sites are secret and passed down from one generation to another.

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Cleaning methods are also hotly debated.

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Personally? I can’t stand the slimy little things… I don’t care how you cook them, they taste like swamp. But that’s okay, it just means there are more for you.

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Can I get an awww?

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Our farming neighbors across the street are awesome people. Honest, hard working, nature loving, alternative lifestyle vegetarians who raise their kids the old fashioned way… no tv, no cell phones, just plenty of love and imagination. As witnessed by this letter and treasure map they mailed to the two little boys who live down the road.

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Now how fun is that?

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The bitch is back.

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And damned if she doesn’t look like she just gave birth.

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We’ve sealed up every hole we could find, but that won’t stop her.

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She’ll just chew through another wall.

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How can something so small can be so destructive?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her from the window and was very interested.

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Which might be just the incentive I need to allow him to go outside.

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An exhibit no one needs to see.

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I saw this article the other day and it was like a train wreck. You know you shouldn’t look… but you can’t help yourself.

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Yes, a fatberg.

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A half a mile long fatberg to be exact.

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I’m sorry, but who in their right mind flushes fat down the toilet!

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See? Fatberg…. it’s a word. And I’m totally using it the next time we play Scrabble.

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The London museum has a fatberg exhibit?

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Of course they do.

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Weird perfume review #3.

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I was looking forward to trying this particular scent as it’s one of the company’s best sellers.

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And as usual, the reviews/comments made me chuckle.

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But when I sprayed a little on my arm… I almost choked. The first undertones to hit my nose? A bizarre combination of moldy books, burnt plastic and powdered sugar. Imagine a bakery in an abandoned industrial warehouse. Donuts infused with hot welding shards and burnt rubber. Yes, it was that bad.

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It definitely smelled metallic, like a vanilla drive shaft.

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Mix in some dried grass (vetyver) and a touch of gum resin (opoponax) and the result was downright disgusting. I can honestly say I’ve never washed a perfume off my body before… but I couldn’t stand more than 10 minutes of this one before I attacked my arm with a soapy loofah.

If I didn’t know better I’d say this scent was meant as a gag gift. With the emphasis on gag. 🤢

Self respecting fat electricians around the globe should be insulted.

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Goodwill horrors.

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Thrift store shopping is always an adventure. And while it’s true you have to sort through a lot of trash, sometimes you find a treasure. My girlfriend and I used to make monthly pilgrimages to various shops and believe me when I say we have found some seriously odd things. So when I came across this article about the strange things Goodwill employees find, I knew I had to share.

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A suitcase full of dildos? Well, I suppose you could repurpose them like this woman did.

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Yikes. I don’t imagine the kangaroo was too happy about that.

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Damn. I wondered why I couldn’t find mine.

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Is it me? Or are you noticing the distinct trend toward the penile at Goodwill..

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They’re probably right. But it wouldn’t have been me.

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Things you might need, or not.

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If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know I love cheese. And soft ripened French cheese? Ooh la la!

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But Camembert cheese potato chips? Be still my artery clogged heart!

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If not for the fact that these are probably laden with chemicals and enough sugar to sweeten a lemon grove…. they might be fun.

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Wow. This has got to win the ugliest lamp ever award.

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And disappointingly, just when I was thinking of ordering one as a gag gift…. I read a bunch of comments saying it was fake.

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I love steampunk, but judging from the price on their website I’m guessing they’re right.

Damn. It might have looked great on the bar.

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