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A friend of ours crossed something off her bucket list recently…. and while I was happy she was fulfilling a lifelong dream, I did make one small request.
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Take pictures of the hats!
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Because when you go to the Kentucky Derby? There are lots of fabulous hats. Sadly my friend had a few too many mint juleps and only shared three hat photos. (Bad friend. Bad!)
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But at least the last one was a doozy.
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Pardon me while I snicker and include an anti-Brady Derby pic as well.
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Our town is celebrating its 250th anniversary this year and our little old ladies have been feverishly working on a quilt to commemorate the occasion.
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Everyone is choosing a local landmark and some of them are quite nice.
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I can barely sew a button and have been known to super glue dress hems, so I fully appreciate the work that goes into these squares.
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Even if some of the landmarks look a trifle… crooked.
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How cute is that!
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Our general store was opened in 1904 and though it’s changed owners multiple times, and almost gone under twice…. our town rallies behind it and keeps the doors open. Small business and small towns. You can’t beat them!
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If you’re getting sick of cat photos? Please feel free to skip this post, I won’t be offended.
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Though I can’t speak for his Lordship. He does enjoy being worshipped…
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He’s also obsessed with something new. Hummingbirds. They love the flowering quince bush and dart in and out all day… much to Dudley’s chagrin.
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The great outdoors is like a free streaming service for cats.
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And when the birds land in the bushes next to the house? He’s a riveted viewer. How obsessed is he?
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So obsessed he misses meals.
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And no, he’s not at all spoiled. What makes you think that…?
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Ah, Keith… he’ll outlive us all. When the earth is experiencing the utter destruction of nuclear winter? Two things will survive… cockroaches and Keith Richards.
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Here’s Larry, Curly and Moe. The three wild turkeys that my oh so stubborn husband chases off our property at least 4 times every morning. It’s comical to watch my other half flying across the back yard in his pajamas and slippers, waving his arms like Robbie the Robot, hollering at them to scat…. while the Stooges run to the edge of the property line and patiently wait for him to go back inside.
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100,000 people have had nothing better to do with their lives for the past 2 years than read my drivel filled posts. If that isn’t cause for celebration? I don’t know what is.
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This small bottle of supposedly outstanding margarita mix a friend gave me was funny for one reason only.
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10 cocktails? From that mini container! Clearly they’ve never bellied up to our bar.
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No, I’m not kidding. And yes, I wish I was.
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Because even though I don’t enjoy elbow deep scrubbing in the commode, I’m not sure I want it roboticized either.
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Electrolyzed water? Why am I having visions of Victor Frankenstein…
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And while I’d love to be delighted by my bathroom… I seriously doubt sitting fully clothed in the tub blowing bubbles would be high on my list.
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The crisis is slowly winding down and Covid humor is harder to find, but here are the latest.
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Sometimes it really is better to bee safe than sorry. ( Feel free to groan. I couldn’t help myself. )
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No doubt!
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You can’t argue with that logic.
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While technically these aren’t virus related jokes, if you’ve done any home improvements in the past year you know the price of lumber and supplies has skyrocketed.
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We were in Lowes the other day ordering shingles for our long overdo roof repair, and trust me… this isn’t far off the mark.
And finally…
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Ouch!
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I’ve never been bothered by spiders. I don’t scream and jump on a chair, I never smash them with a shoe. They’re marvelous bug eaters and if they happen to take up residence where I don’t want them? I happily relocate them outside. So when I saw this on Facebook the other day….
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I was surprised at the outpouring of malice.
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That seems a little extreme.
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Unless you’re dressed as a fly? I highly doubt it.
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So much spider hatred. I mean come on…. some of them are cutie pies.
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There’s a new product shortage right around the corner.
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Yes, it’s true.
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So if you’re hard up for cash? Start digging through your car’s glove compartment for the ketchup you threw in there during your road trip to see the world’s largest ball of twine back in ‘04. That stuff is gold!
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Because the price gouging has begun.
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In reality I guess it makes a perverse type of sense.
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20 packets for $50 doesn’t seem like a bargain to me.
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But in a few months, maybe it will be.
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It started innocently enough with me texting our neighbor this picture.
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She’s a retired psychiatrist who’s taken up stained glass as a hobby. While I appreciate the work that goes into such things, I’ve never been a fan of those run of the mill sun catchers… and the few pieces of her work that I’d seen left a lot to be desired.
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So when I saw that fun pot of glass agave leaves, I passed it along because she’s always looking for ideas. Next thing I knew she was texting me pictures of some of her latest projects…
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And I have to say….
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Her work has come a long way. (That frog!❣️)
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I was so impressed with this owl I offered to buy it, but sadly she had already given him away. But then she sent me this…
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And the husband fell in love, immediately pondering its placement the man cave. While I’m thinking this eagle might be a little large, our neighbor now wants us to visit her studio and browse. She even offered us a custom made piece. How great is that!
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I sincerely hope World War III isn’t around the corner because I’m going to look pretty silly standing on the front line waving a bag of catnip.
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Unless I’m facing a feline army. Then? I’m going to cut years off the conflict and save thousands of lives.
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