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This used to be the only mer-man.
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A sorry excuse for the species to be sure.
But then this disturbing photo popped up on my Facebook feed…
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Bad grammar aside, the first sadomasochistic version is bound to have all the fish shaking their heads. ( fins? tails? whatever )
If it’s all the same to you, I’ll continue dreaming about the only mer-man I’ll ever need.
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You’re welcome.
😉
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I’ve never been able to figure out the point of this exercise, but what the Hell.
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What am I getting for Christmas this year?
Pancakes, a hooker and hair.
An interesting combination to say the least.
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So what are you getting?
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Just when I thought the crazy lack of products was over. ..
Toilet paper is back in abundance, as is flour since the crazy Covid bakers have returned to buying their rubber loaves of Wonder Bread.
But now?
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Chicken tenders? I can live without ‘em. Cream cheese? Can’t stand the stuff. Fresh fruit? We’re not seeing any shortages up here. Maple syrup? I live in Maine… people have barrels in their cellars.
But then I read #5.
And shit got real.
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*Gulp*
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Phew! It’s not the booze, just the packaging?
No problem.
Bring your own bucket works for me.
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Yes, I took another trip around the sun this month. Nothing to celebrate at this point in my life, but I woke up to a (not so) subtle gift reminder all the same.
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The large box was a present from my husband, from my very favorite store. They sell high quality handmade jewelry, pottery, art, crafts etc. and every trip we take there includes a round of oohing and ahhing . I rarely buy anything for myself as the prices make me swoon, but the husband makes a yearly pilgrimage… and who am I to complain? 😉
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This year’s gift was a fabulous mesquite wood lamp with hazed copper cut out shade.
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Both sides are inlaid with turquoise veins and it really is a lovely piece.
(If you’re wondering just how lovely? Here’s a similar lamp from the same company with much less turquoise on their website.)
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Yeah. That lovely.
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Needless to say I love it, and shall enjoy its light for many years to come.
The original birthday plan was to hit my favorite restaurant for dinner, but Mother Nature said no by melting the snow and dropping a solid afternoon’s worth of sleet and ice.
Alternate plan?
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Pizza and beer in the man cave…
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With a stellar game of whip your husband’s ass with a double letter Q in ‘quay’, a triple score ‘quiz’ and an almost superfluous ‘zeal’ for a total of 102 points Scrabble.
A very happy birthday indeed.
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I’ve been feeling that way for the past few years, but maybe that’s just me.
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I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.
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It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…
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But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.
What wasn’t a welcome sight?
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The creature highlighted here.
The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…
She’s baaaack!
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I know just how you feel Dudley.
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If it stood still.. I used to decorate it for Christmas. I’ve strung lights on roofs, railings, windows, stone walls, mailbox posts and well houses. I’ve had lighted reindeer, snowflakes, trees, snowmen, holly leaves and yes, an alligator.
Trust me when I say stringing lights and keeping them lit is a full time job in Maine winters. It’s not for the faint hearted and over the years I’ve simply lost the will. These days I throw some wreaths on the windows and doors, some candles in the windows and call it good.
But every once in a while I’ll see something that makes me want to decorate again…
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Christmas chickens!
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You have to admit… that’s different.
And while I don’t have a farm, I do have a large barn where those birds would look right at home.
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We had our first light dusting of snow last week and the husband thought he’d let Lord Dudley Mountcatten experience it firsthand. (Or paw, as the case may be)
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A thorough sniff was taken from the doorway.
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And tentative steps were taken…
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Then he beat feet under the table where there was no snow.
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A few seconds were spent in internal debate before scuttling out the other end and trotting back to the warm house…
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Where a not so subtle request was made to ignite the heating pad.
Impressed by snow?
I think that’s a resounding no.
6-8 inches are forecast tonight. Can’t wait to plop him in the middle of that tomorrow.
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Another year of Covid almost over.
Ho. Ho. Hell…
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Somehow, bagpipes seem a perfect accompaniment to the plague.
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That’s your prerogative…
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But it doesn’t mean I want to drive behind you.
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A Covid Christmas tree.
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And the perfect ornament to hang on it.
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People are hearing things in the woods this week.
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No one reported a missing cow, but I’m guessing it could be a moose.
This is Maine after all.
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And in keeping with the spirit of the season….
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How sweet is that!
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…
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