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I was hoping not to continue this series. I really was….
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A perfectly valid question considering the source.
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Bats everywhere are taking offense.
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Well, turn about is fair play.
This last one isn’t at all humorous, but I’m including it anyway.
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You can catch Covid through a vagina.
Chuckle about that. I dare you.
😳
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There really are some horrible products for sale, and my Facebook algorithm is going to make sure I see each and every one of them.
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You think those flowers are pretty…. but they’re not your average blooms. Don’t believe me? Click on the pic and enlarge it, but be warned.
What is seen cannot be unseen.
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I was never tempted to give my mother the gift of mildly offensive genitalia, but hey. Whatever floats your boat.
Floral penises not tempting enough? I got your back.
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Literally in this case.
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I doubt ‘eating ass’ needed a new meaning, but there you have it.
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This year, we took that advice to heart.
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❤️
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Wishing all my blog friends near and far a very merry and magical Christmas.
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Yes, that’s a lobster trap Christmas tree.
I live in Maine. It’s required.
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And yes, that’s me.
Though I admit the photo is slightly out of date.
😉
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It’s Christmas Eve…
I say bring it!
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Now you’re talking.
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Covid.
It’s ruined so many things, not to mention lives.
Every time we make a plan, the virus rears its ugly head like a demonic Jack in the Box and shrieks, I don’t think so!
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Our Christmas gatherings were cancelled last year and I was okay with that. But this time around we’re fully vaccinated and boosted and were looking forward to a get together/dinner/celebration with family and friends. A hesitant return to normalcy…
I should have known that was too good to be true.
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I’d made Sangria. And had gathered all the fixings for crabmeat toastie appetizers and my special Cappuccino Mousse Trifle dessert… but now, it looks like that will be Christmas dinner for two because the host of the gathering called late last night to cancel. Her (unvaccinated) visiting daughter in law brought the gift of Covid (worst houseguest ever!) so now they’re all quarantining.
First our Thanksgiving plans was cancelled due to an outbreak, now Christmas.
This is seriously getting old.
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A friend of mine shared an experience recently and it made my heart swell. Not in the ‘omg I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much fettuccine Alfredo’ way … but in the ‘there are still good people in the world’ way.
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That’s her in front, leading a group of Christmas carolers on horseback. They were on their way to bring some holiday cheer to a local nursing facility and veterans home.
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Santa was there.
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And she said the smiles on the resident’s faces when they met the horses were priceless.
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Everyone got to pet a horse.
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Even the residents who couldn’t leave their rooms.
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I don’t own or even know how to ride a horse, but I’m tempted to ask if I can join them next year.
If nothing else, I can sing off key with the best of them.
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I used to go all out for the holidays. If it stood still? I decorated it… for Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Easter, Valentines Day etc.
My husband used to roll his eyes, but our neighbors loved it. Matter of fact… I never realized how much our neighbors loved it until recently.
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As I’ve said previously, this year’s decorations have been scaled down. Wreaths on windows and doors and a festive sled.
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A kissing ball.
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Candles in the windows and a ( still standing! ) lighted animated reindeer.
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The Barn Mahal has Santa in a plant pot…
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Snowflakes in the windows and twinkling trees on the porch.
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(The trees are multicolored, the snowflakes are white. But my phone apparently has a sense of humor and changes color at will. WTH?)
But even with all that I’ve done, my neighbors have repeatedly waxed nostalgic over the good old days “when you used to decorate”.
Like this year’s display is chopped liver!
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I mean, really.
There’s a feline Lord backlit by candlelight. What more do they need?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a very odd bird. His latest quirk?
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Purposely taking a mouthful of dry food out of his bowl and dropping it on the floor.
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And then eating it.
Apparently this is a protest against the food delivery system.. though why it’s begun after nearly a year I haven’t a clue.
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What is he doing in this photo? Staring up at the china hutch. For a solid 15 minutes.
Why? Your guess is as good as mine.
And while he’s definitely a weirdo, he’s also a very good cat. He doesn’t scratch the furniture, howl at odd hours, jump on the kitchen counters or push you off the pillow at night.
And while he’s allowed on the couches, chairs and beds … he’s not allowed on the tables, bureaus and desks. This ban also goes for the husband’s antique radio…
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Though now that’s it’s too cold to open his favorite bird watching window, this rule has been a challenge to enforce.
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Especially when he gives you that, ‘yeah I’m up here. What are you going to do about it?’ look.
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I’m not a religious person and have never felt the need to display a Nativity scene in our home. And while I have no idea how (or even if) the Andean people celebrate Christmas…
I’m going to go out on a limb and guess it’s not from inside a guinea pig’s gut.
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Yet this product exists.
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If I have any Andean readers? Please explain.
Another item for which I can find no rational explanation?
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This:
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Fishing for Floaters.
Coming to a bathroom near you.
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P.S. The best part about sharing that first product? Being able to tag ‘guinea pig Jesus’ .
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