Monthly Archives: November 2021

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I should have known.

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I hope everyone is having a better Thanksgiving holiday than me.

Because I’m probably going to be spending it in bed. ( and not in a good way )

No turkey. No stuffing.

Just severely swollen and f***ing painful lymph nodes due to my Covid booster shot yesterday.

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Yes, I’m one of the lucky 11% of people who have this awful reaction and it’s my own fault. I had it after my second dose and should have known it would happen again.

Along with the tender and oh so painful grapefruit in my armpit, there’s a splitting headache and all over joint pain.

Knees, ankles, shoulders. If it moves? It hurts.

Piss poor planning on my part. Who in their right mind gets a shot they know will land them in bed the day before Thanksgiving?

Me. Because they had a cancellation and if I didn’t take that appointment the next one available was December 12th.

So please, have an extra drumstick and slice of pie for me.

My turkey will have to wait.

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Dodging a Covid bullet.

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It seems our 2021 Thanksgiving dinner might look like this…

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Because I just received a phone call from the host of the celebration we planned to attend. She and her husband…. who were both fully vaccinated but not boosted…. have come down with Covid.

This woman is one of the most careful people I know. She always wears a mask, avoids crowds and washes her hands frequently. But her husband went north last week to visit his son. His son’s family was not vaccinated, and the town where he was staying has an extremely high positivity rate.

So now they’re both quite ill. Fever, chills, splitting headaches, extreme fatigue, body aches, joint stiffness, brain fogginess, coughing, sore throat, loss of taste and smell.

She’s a pretty tough cookie and rarely complains, but I can tell she’s worried. Thankfully they’re not having any breathing issues and are hoping they can ride it out at home.

I’ve offered to bring groceries and drop meals on their porch, but a family member has them covered.

And though I know it’s awful….the thought that keeps popping in my head is if it had been a day or two later? We all would have been exposed and at risk.

My other half had his booster shot 2 weeks ago… and me? I just scheduled one for this afternoon. Yours truly is not taking any chances.

I’m also not eating Thanksgiving dinner from a can… and am now heading to the grocery store to fight the crowds and search for a last minute turkey and fixings to prepare a quiet meal for two.

Minus the green bean casserole of course.

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Bite me Duluth Trading…

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I knew when I clicked that stupid disembodied nostril Duluth Trading Company ad for underwear the other day I would regret it. I knew it… and I did it anyway for the sake of a blog laugh.

Now, I pay the price.

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Yes, the algorithms have kicked in with a vengeance.

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I know that particular item is meant for your shoes to provide traction in the snow, but admit it. You visualized the same kinky S&M corset I did on first glance too … right?

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Unless you need a gift for Tiny Tim’s grandson, I can find no reasonable explanation for that product.

And finally after all those bombs, I saw something I would actually consider buying.

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A chicken flicker.

It’s like darts, with poultry. Perfect!

I was picturing hours of slightly intoxicated fun in the man cave and then…

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Way to go Duluth.

Teasing a girl with competitive chicken tossing and then not delivering is just cruel.

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Stray thoughts….

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#1. We’re spending Thanksgiving Day with friends this year and along with my luscious crabmeat toasty appetizers and a cappuccino mousse trifle dessert, I was asked to bring… are you sitting down?

Green bean casserole. 🤢

While I’ve been known to make that abomination (for certain spouses who shall remain nameless) I can’t say I’m a fan. So I searched high and low for a recipe that would make it more palatable.

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I found one for the crock pot that sounded much better than the original. Fresh beans, fresh mushrooms, heavy cream, fresh garlic and thyme etc.

It was a bit of a pain to make and littered my kitchen with dirty dishes… but thankfully I did a dry run a few days ago before I served it to the group.

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Sadly, the trash can was the only appropriate place for it. Blech! How something so promising could taste so horrible is beyond me.

I shall now be making the original bowl of slop that everyone expects.

Clearly it can’t be improved.

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#2. I heard that Paul Rudd had been voted Sexiest Man Alive in People magazine. I can’t say I agree, but I won’t argue with this logic:

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#3. I believe I have officially reached the point of no return on the less than graceful decline into old age. I know this because the only way I can remember to add a song to my iPod is to take a picture of my car radio when it’s playing.

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And yes, I said iPod.

Told you I was old.

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More random nonsense

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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?

There’s kitty ice cream.

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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…

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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.

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Oh, if looks could kill.

Quick, get him some feline wine.

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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.

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Is that just me…?

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The moose is loose.

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My booze moose came in the mail Saturday.

And I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a puzzle .

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This is the type of thing that makes the spatial reasoning challenged among us break into a cold sweat.

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Oh! The horror.

But I wanted to surprise the husband so I dove right in….

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And soon, a boozy moose appeared.

Was I disappointed in the lack of decent beer portrayed? Yes.

Busch Light and Coors Light will never pass our beer fridge’s portals.

Nope. Never. Not happening.

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I’ve determined the best place to hang him is on the big barn doors that are no longer doors. The husband’s warped antique mirror will have to be relocated…

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And his English pub ring toss game might be an issue.

Because while the booze moose is fun, it’s not what you would call solidly constructed. One errant ring toss could ruin him.

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This will require deep thought, so for now…..

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He’s just bellying up to the bar.

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It could be worse.

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Naming a new pet isn’t a difficult process, at least for me.

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I’ve always been able to spend a little time with them and discover their rightful names. Like Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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It just came to me, and to be honest, I think it suits him perfectly.

My husband disagrees. And of all the pets we’ve ever had, this is the one name he refuses to use.

Does the Royal title put him off? Perhaps.

Is it too much of a mouthful? Maybe.

But as I keep telling him, it could have been worse.

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Weird products you may need.

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Or not.

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Though you have to admit, they could come in handy.

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No. No one needs that.

And the rest of us don’t need to see it.

Ever.

Trust me on this.

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Personally, I’d love to see one of these on every dining table in America. Remember when we had actual conversations during meals ? Hard to believe, but yes…. we did it face to face, not screen to screen.

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What the…

What?

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