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Just a few random chuckles.
I saw this ornament and thought…. finally!
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A plausible explanation for why the Grinch suddenly got merry.
Then I saw this and thought… no!
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Lots of men may want Ball Hammock underwear…
But please, let’s leave Santa out of this annoying ad campaign.
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Someone had to say it.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a constant source of amusement around here.
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Basically because he’s a big goober who, between epic bouts of sleeping, rips around the house like a lunatic.
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Can you find the cat?
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In the sun of course.
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Not turning on the heating pad will earn you a swat…
And neglecting to put it on the footstool altogether?
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A quick flash of his junk.
The cat has no shame.
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Have you ever wanted to drink like a Viking?
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Facebook thinks I should.
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And while I don’t need to feel like a bad barbarian whilst sipping my Cosmo?
It sure beats the Ball Wash and nut sack protecting underwear ads I usually get.
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Our new pool table arrived… in pieces and parts.
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I wasn’t here when assembly started so I missed the table being positioned, leveled, slated and beeswax sealed …
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But arrived in time to see the fabric being laid. ( Upgraded professional fabric, as no mere felt would do for the man cave extraordinare)
If you’ve never had a pool table installed? Let me tell you… it’s a lot of work. These two were at it non stop for over 2 hours.
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But the result was perfection.
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Viola!
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Now that’s a pool table. It was a dark rainy day so the lighting doesn’t do it justice, but the finish is lovely…
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With the maple looking positively tiger like along the rails.
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Before.
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After.
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Before.
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After.
A table worthy of the Barn Mahal.
Please note the husband’s cue stick on the right in the last picture. He was playing as soon as the installation crew left and I had a hard time getting photos without his hovering presence.
I had to drag him out of there for dinner last night and he went right back to play after breakfast this morning. I don’t think I’m exaggerating in the least to say he loves it.
And if we were newly married?
I might be jealous.
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Admit it…
You’d miss these if I stopped.
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Cleaned the litter box… like a boss!
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And now you.
What are you doing “like a boss”?
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In July we ordered a pool table. We were told it would take approximately 8 weeks to arrive.
They lied.
As the months passed, I began wondering if we would see it this calendar year… but on Monday they called and said they could deliver Thursday.
At this point my husband broke into an impromptu happy dance and made plans to gift our old (ugly ass, low quality… but hey, it was free) table to the friend who’d been hinting he wanted it.
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This was the gifted table that served as inspiration for the storage barn to man cave transformation.
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And while I do love the resulting Barn Mahal, I can’t say I’m sorry to see it’s wobbly, chipped and worn out butt go.
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Did I mention it was heavy?
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Really, really heavy. Not to mention awkward to maneuver.
So while the men were struggling to move it across the room, yours truly had an idea.
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A plant pot roller.
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Pure genius if I do say so myself.
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It rolled across the floor, out the door, across the porch..
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And right into the truck…
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On its way to the sweet little old man who comes over to play with my husband most Sunday afternoons. He’s a widower… and is putting the table in his living room.
Which, if he wasn’t a widower, would probably result in him living alone from the divorce anyway.
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And yes, those are the pillows off our guest room bed being used for cushioning. The husband took them without telling me… bringing him one step closer to divorce.
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This month’s gift subscription came in the mail today.
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For which I’m still questioning my girlfriend’s sanity.
At first glance I thought I might be able to skip blogging about the silly rag this time around, but that ended on page 58.
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I’ve never been on a cruise…. but if I ever decide to take one? I can guarantee you it won’t be because I want to bang strangers in front of my husband.
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I have to admit these tips were extremely disappointing. Somehow I expected more than “don’t wear underwear” and “don’t park on a hill”. Those are pretty basic.
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It amazes me that people pay money for this trash.
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I saw the perfect wineglass for the man cave bar on a friend’s Facebook page the other day.
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So if anyone knows what store this is, please let me know.
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Ugh.
How about you run over them with your studded snow tires instead.
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Dinosaurs make everything better.
Follow me for more helpful holiday hints and lifestyle advice.
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While I usually cringe at the Facebook algorithms that pollute my feed with ball wash and stink free underwear, I have to admit this latest ad made me laugh.
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Because, come on. We all know an assless man.
And before I could even click on this so called miracle accessory, I was chuckling.
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The first step in healing is admitting you have a problem.
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Lord knows I love a product that doesn’t take itself seriously.
Check out this quick commercial.
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Need another chuckle?
The same company makes a wedding ring as well.
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I’m the first to admit Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a trifle odd. But the other day? He really made me wonder.
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Because this is what he did for a good 35-40 minutes.
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He sat… and stared at a corner of the kitchen.
There was nothing there. No spider, no fly, no mouse, no toy, no bag of catnip.
I hadn’t spilled tuna fish juice or dropped a crumb of bacon.
Nothing. Nada. Niente.
And yet, he stared.
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Then looked up at me as if to say, “ I don’t know what I’m doing either. But I can’t seem to stop.”
Cats.
They really should come with an instruction manual.
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