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It may be a new year, but some things aren’t changing.
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The answers on Facebook were way funnier than what I came up with so here you go…
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Alaska shrinkage is most assuredly a thing.
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And that’s the type of wood you definitely don’t want to chop.
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Ouch!!!
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Thankful to be a woman for this one.
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There’s casual… and then there’s casual.
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Alcohol. It says everything is a good idea.
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A New Year, but Covid is still here.
Sigh.
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It is indeed.
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This isn’t far off the mark.
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I feel ya Spidey.
I really do.
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Finally, a helpful Covid hint!
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If that’s all it will take… I promise to dig out my old cassette deck and play Friday I’m in Love every week until Covid is history.
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Living in Maine, we have the occasional spillover from our neighbor to the north.
Canadian coins, poutine, and select craft beers float over the border regularly. But now?
I have to thank their army.
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Dessert in a glass. You can’t go wrong with that.
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So thank you Canada!
Winter never looked so good.
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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out in the snow for round two last week and after a few false starts…
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He accepted the white stuff was cold, wet and crunchy but if one is careful, it can be navigated.
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Careful tiptoeing continued… until he spotted my nemesis.
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While I normally don’t encourage carnage or blood sport, all bets are off when it comes to that house/barn/garage gnawing red bitch.
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I was actively encouraging the stalk and made sure to stand motionless and quiet.
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But alas, she out maneuvered us and hid in the woodshed. No doubt sharpening her teeth in between chuckles.
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Lord Dudley was disheartened, not to mention cold… so round two of ‘introduction to snow’ came to a close.
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2022 may be a brand new year, but there are still plenty of leftover stupid products to choose from.
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Why not just wear your husband’s jock strap and call it good?
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The banana bed is trending everywhere?
Lord Dudley Mountcatten disagrees… and would never be caught dead in one.
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So I’ve been wasting time and money taking acupuncture treatments twice a week when all I should be doing is walking on rocks? Why didn’t anyone tell me!
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Because the spork is so passé.
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Okay, you got me.
The Nachosaurus is simply delightful.
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I stumbled across an article recently that made me snort.
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And it got me wondering..
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Exactly how drunk do you have to be to think this is a good place to park your boat?
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Ball wash and banana hammocks be damned… my Facebook feed has finally found an ad campaign I can get behind.
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Meet Peanut, the Nuts.com squirrel.
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He’s not red, not gray.
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But whatever he is, Peanut is a definite step up from the usual crap that pollutes my page.
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Welcome Peanut.
Here’s hoping you and your nuts drown out the testicle hygiene products for months to come.
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Winter in Maine used to look like this:
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Oh, the good old days when it got cold and stayed that way until spring. Yes, back in the dark ages before our climate developed whiplash – it snowed, stayed cold enough for the snow to stick and then it snowed some more.
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Making for some fabulously shaped mounds of white stuff. But these days? We have a small storm, maybe an inch or two… then the temperature warms to the high 30’s or 40’s during the day and everything melts.
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And when the temperature swings back down?
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Ice.
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Everywhere.
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On every thing.
And while that does result in some rather stellar icicles…
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It also makes walking on our skating rink of a driveway seriously treacherous.
Keep your warm weather down south and out west!
It’s winter in Maine The only melting ice I want is in my cocktail.
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Local news from the great white north.
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So yes, there are drawbacks to living in colder climates.
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But on the flip side, some lucky chickens get to live indoors.
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This happens more often than you’d think in our town.
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Perhaps they’ve started a Union and are on strike?
“No pay?
No lay!”
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It’s well established that I am not a fan of that horrible green leaf called kale.
I don’t like kale chips or drink kale smoothies, so stop asking.
I won’t eat it and you can’t make me, no matter how constant the bombardment.
So imagine my horror when I saw the advertisement for this abomination of a product….
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No!
Not the children!
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A kale chew toy?
Wouldn’t that be more suited for a dog?
What the utter Hell!
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