Rubber ducky….

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In life, mysteries abound.

And in my state? Sometimes they’re a little odd.

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The duck, as you may have heard, stands some 25 feet tall. It floats in the harbor off of Belfast, a tiny city midway up the Maine coast and south of Bangor, having apparently appeared bobbing in the water there under cover of darkness. As if to overemphasize the message of happy playfulness its creator clearly aims to project, it has the word “JOY” written in big block letters across its big yellow chest. Ropes attached to weights appear to be keeping it anchored in place, as gawkers in boats and along the shore stare at it in wonder. No one knows who put it there, and the mystery surrounding its sudden unannounced arrival has quickly been noticed by news outlets across the country.

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The yellow waterfowl emblazoned with the word “joy” appeared in Belfast Harbor over the weekend, and it’s a mystery who put it there.

Harbor Master Katherine Given told the Bangor Daily News that the 25-foot-tall duck doesn’t pose a navigational hazard, so there’s no rush to shoo it away. She added she heard rumors the duck floated from the town of Islesboro, south of Belfast.

“Everybody loves it,” Given said. “I have no idea who owns it, but it kind of fits Belfast. A lot of people want to keep it here.”

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I tried to get my husband to take a ride up there. But driving an hour and a half to take pictures of a giant rubber ducky was not high on his list of required weekend activities.

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But damn.

Talk about a missed opportunity.

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For all my male friends… a question.

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I read a disturbing article the other day. And while I may not be the most trendsetting, up to date person on the planet…. I have to ask.

Is this a thing?

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Forget about the charges and legal proceedings…. ‘semen terrorism”? Do men really go around ejaculating on unsuspecting women’s purses and coats?

WTH!

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Property damage or sex crime… whatever. Apparently South Korea is having an epidemic of men hiding cameras in women’s bathrooms and hotel rooms as well. But the semen thing? Come on, that’s beyond disgusting.

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In May, a male civil servant was sentenced to a fine of 3 million won on charges of “property damage” for ejaculating inside his female colleague’s coffee tumbler six times over the course of six months. The court judged that his actions “ruined” the utility of the container.

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Yes. That’s the issue.

A ruined coffee mug.

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Operation dinner out.

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We took a drive out to Harpswell for a waterfront meal the other night.

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To a great restaurant at one of our favorite locations.

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Dolphin Marina.

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It’s an out of the way place…

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With wrap around coastal scenery.

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Unfortunately it was Saturday night, the tourists were thick and the wait for an outdoor or water view table was over an hour. And if you’ve ever gone out to dinner with my husband, you know that means forgoing the views and eating at the bar.

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I was disappointed, but a few Honey Gin Slippers later?

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Life was good.

Dolphin is famous for their epic blueberry muffins which are served with every meal.

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Luckily my other half didn’t eat his and I had it for breakfast the next morning.

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Dinner started with garlic and white wine mussels for hubby.

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And a lovely lemony Caesar salad for me.

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The husbands Parmesan crusted haddock was tasty but surprisingly thin.

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But my pan seared scallops with basil cream sauce and asparagus on homemade pasta was stellar.

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So if you’re ever in the area, drop in.

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But go off season…. when you can get decent seating and enjoy a better view than the bartender and a row of empty bottles.

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(Extra points for anyone who can name the movie from which I pilfered my post title.)

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Little known facts about booze.

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Did you know…

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I don’t drink Campari, and now I’m twice as glad I never did.

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Vodka cures frizzy hair? It truly is the nectar of the Gods.

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So Walgreens was built on whiskey’s back? Take 2 shots and call me in the morning.

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Good ole George. 11,000 gallons a year probably made wearing those wooden teeth a little more bearable.

Mainers really hate Red’s.

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I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.

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And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.

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Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.

So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.

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Look! They even have tee shirts.

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P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.

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Someone thought these were a good idea…

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Do I love a good baked potato? Of course… please pass the butter. But do I need someone’s face on my tater?

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I definitely do not.

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Best gift ever? Clearly some people don’t know how to shop.

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Whaaaat?

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Let’s wrap our minds around the idea of someone actually applying for a patent for water soluble panties in a can.

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They’re right. I love cats… but I do not love that. Not even close.

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