Things I like today.

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I like flipping through magazines and finding cocktail recipes.

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Mmm…. this sounds refreshing. Needless to say I shall be adjusting the required alcohol amounts. 3 tbsps of gin? Bitch, please.

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I like finding a decent cat food Lord Dudley Mountcatten will actually eat.

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Three ingredients, you can’t beat that.

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In other news, I like cheese.

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Tell me you haven’t felt the same way. Go ahead… I dare you.

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If you’ve never tried Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning products you really should. Their scents are marvelous. Basil, geranium, honeysuckle, bluebell and the latest… fresh mown grass. Ooh la la! If it wasn’t so soapy I swear I’d use it as perfume.

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And finally, I like Dudley’s laissez faire attitude when it comes to dining. If the human puts your dinner in front of you when you’re lying down? Why bother getting up….

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Play time with Hemingway.

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You never know when Lord Dudley Mountcatten will feel like playing. One minute he’s sound asleep on the couch while you’re watching Ken Burns’ documentary on Ernest Hemingway. The next?

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He’s nutty as a fruitcake and flinging his toys across the room.

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Maybe it was all the talk of Hemingway’s romantic entanglements that got him frisky. Ernest did love the ladies…

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Will the real bot please stand up…

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*Title is an archaic reference to a classic game show. Kudos if you know which one.*

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Oh, be quiet.

The point of this blog? WordPress followers. I know most of you probably don’t pay attention to your list, but I do and conduct daily removals of all businesses and bots. I don’t need car insurance, yoga pants, a kale soufflé recipe or a 5 step program to be a better me. This me is as good a me as I’m ever going to get. Someday someone will explain to me why so many of these people/machines feel the need to follow me over and over again.

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Dairy products? Perhaps she/it wants to hug a cow…

Furniture? Clearly someone/thing enjoyed my leather chair shopping saga.

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Same face, three different names and sites. Zap. Zap. Zap.

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And back she/it comes. No matter how many times I delete…

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The next day they’re back.

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So here’s my question.

What are they getting out of this? And why can’t they take the hint?

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Nice try with the alcohol Paula. At least you’re getting to know me better.

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Begging is an art form.

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Not much gets by Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Especially when my husband is snacking on some rotisserie chicken during a Red Sox game.

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There’s nothing subtle about his begging. If he was any closer, he’d be sitting on the plate.

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Even when given his own bowl of chicken, he’s fascinated with the carving process. It’s rather like having a feline gargoyle.

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Let’s play!

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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.

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I’ll get things rolling….

My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.

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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.

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Weird perfume review #2

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Perfume sample #2 from my box of sarcastic scents is Divin’ Enfant.

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Enfant is French for child, and after one whiff I’m betting Divin’ means divine… because that’s exactly what it is.

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Fabulous…. in a delightfully odd way. Crisp and light, with a spicy almost honeyed base and just a hint of baby powder. I don’t know who wrote the description, but I smell neither leather or cold tobacco.

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But I understand the angel demon reference. This scent is both sweet and sultry.

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I honestly don’t smell the orange or peach, more like a rich creamy vanilla…. but either way, the #2 sample is rich, multi layered, long lasting and getting a definite thumbs up from me.

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Do you need to hug a cow?

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Since hugging friends and family has been a definite no no for the past year, I’m offering an alternative.

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Bovine cuddles!

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I wish I’d known about this when we were in Arizona. Giving a cow a belly rub has to be better than the 3 days I spent in bed with altitude sickness. And in case you didn’t know, this is apparently a trend. Shortly after I read that article I found the following on my town’s Facebook page.

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I may not have to travel after all.

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No cows were available, but the goats are booked solid. Who knew livestock was so lovable….

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Don’t be a dik.

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Or a Dik Dik as the case may be.

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Ever since I bought Poetry for Neanderthals from Facebook ( which we still haven’t played because Covid has killed game night with friends ) I’ve been getting ads. Some are interesting, some are ridiculous. I think this one falls into the latter category.

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*Note to self… Google Large Cockchafer*

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And while I’m sure having a handful of Slippery Dicks can be delightful, I think I’m probably going to pass on this one.

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I’d like to think my sense of humor is a tad more advanced.

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Though I am blogging about this… so the point might be moot.

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Random Dudley silliness.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is getting used to being photographed.

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Though he’s not above showing his displeasure at my interrupting his nap.

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Sometimes none too subtly.

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Get lost human!

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He was also quite befuddled when it started to rain and the husband put the required bowl under our annoying soon to be repaired roof leak.

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A bowl with no food? This does not compute.

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Neither does chasing your tail….

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But it’s cute all the same.

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