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Calm down, I’m not talking about this kind of moose…
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I’m talking about this kind:
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Damn right I do. But drinking in the man cave will be so much better with a moose head made from beer and liquor cardboard boxes for company.
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I could have gone with the deer…
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Or the eagle.
But this is Maine. It had to be the moose.
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It should be here next week.
Here’s hoping it’s half as much fun as the pictures.
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Our resident juvenile red tail hawk dropped by the other day.
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He uses our backyard bird feeders as a training ground for hunting, but that afternoon he was perfectly happy hanging out on the back deck railing.
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Until he spied Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalking him from the window behind the couch.
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Then it was bye bye birdie…
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A few odds and ends today… like this jewel from our town’s dump recycling barn. They have a section they call the “gift shop” and you never know what you’ll find.
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There’s only one. You’d better be quick.
Next was a picture I took in the rest room at my acupuncturist’s office.
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If someone is going to stick you full of needles, it’s nice to know they have a sense of humor.
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I wouldn’t doubt this.
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That is one seriously prepared for winter squirrel!
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Ouch!
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I have to laugh at the plethora of things that are flying around my town lately.
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CMP, Central Maine Power… otherwise known as the company everyone loves to hate. They rarely get anything right, and freeing a kite from a power line to get it stuck in a tree sounds like something they would do.
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Another lost kite. This one is pretty fierce, I might have been tempted to keep it.
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We’ve had some odd things blow onto our lawn, but never a tent.
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Storage sheds are also flying.
I really need to pay more attention to the skies around here…
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Admit it, you have at least one crazy friend.
You know the one I’m talking about. They’re a little off the rails and do things you would never even dream of.
Wild? Maybe.
Entertaining? Most certainly.
Case in point: one of mine, whom we shall call P.
I grew up with P… and while we weren’t extremely close, I still consider her a childhood friend.
So when I heard she got back at a cheating boyfriend by breaking into his house and cutting his bed in half with a chainsaw?
I can’t say I was surprised.
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While I don’t condone the dangerous behavior?
I have to say, I do admire her chutzpah.
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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.
I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.
I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.
This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.
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When it comes to collecting crap stuff, my husband is the epitome of the phrase ‘the thrill is in the hunt’.
He’ll tirelessly scour flea markets and antique stores for that just right piece of crap treasure….. but once he owns it? It will languish in the closet or be left in a deserted corner to gather cobwebs.
And now?
His cat is displaying the same traits.
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Yes, that’s a half dead mouse.
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And just like his father….
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After he hunts it down, Lord Dudley Mountcatten could care less what becomes of it.
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If you’re looking for that perfect Christmas gift? For God’s sake, don’t look here.
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A crocheted octopus hat? While I admit the side view is impressive, I can’t think of a single friend who would actually wear it.
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Men? I’m going to speak for all women when I say we don’t need you to amplify your junk. You’re entirely too proud of it already.
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Be still my heart.
An affection erection?
And they say romance is dead.
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We’ve talked about it for years.
He’s come close a few times but was never able to pull the trigger.
I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.
But today?
He actually did it.
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My husband finally sent in his retirement papers!
While most people dream of this day, my other half has been strangely dreading it. The man has worked since he was 12 years old and he’s going to have a hard time adjusting.
To be honest, he’s not handling the aging process well. Instead of looking forward to relaxing… he feels old and unproductive. Put out to pasture, next step death.
It’s been a constant struggle for me to lighten the mood and paint a rosy picture of our lives post employment. This shouldn’t be difficult, we’re debt free and financially secure….
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Well, that could be an issue…. but my workaholic spouse needs the challenge and feeling of accomplishment work provides, and keeping him upbeat is becoming a bit of a chore.
Our original plan was retirement in 2020 and then … sayonara baby, we were going to travel! But the global plague had other ideas and it’s kicked his health paranoia into full gear, so that’s out for now.
I have a honey do list that could keep him busy until the next millennia, but he doesn’t seem interested.
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That could work. But come on, how much time can you actually spend peeing?
The husband doesn’t fish, or carve duck decoys. He isn’t one for sitting still long enough to read a good book or enjoy a sunset from a rocking chair.
I know it sounds silly, but I swear he’s depressed at the very thought of retirement.
Any advice you can offer would be appreciated. My Suzy Sunshine routine is starting to wear a little thin.
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