Monthly Archives: February 2022

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Oh the things you find when thrift store shopping.

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My girlfriend and I had a long overdue day of thrift store shopping recently. I’ve missed that. Good company, a nice lunch and of course, a few laughs.

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I know nothing about yoga and have never tried it but if you’re so inclined, please tell me…. are bubbles required?

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Because my behind is round enough without bubbles and puckers thank you very much.

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I always cruise Goodwill’s book section. Sadly along with every other damn thing lately, the prices have doubled. Books I used to buy for $3 are now $6-7. Still cheaper than buying new…. unless you’re this particular book of course. $7.98 new, $9.00 at Goodwill. Not much of a bargain there.

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Protein bars with attitude.

And then there’s this last treasure. I didn’t buy it because my kitchen is already crammed with dozens of cookbooks I never use.

But damn…

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It would have made a great gag gift someday.

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Random pics.

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You know your cat is spoiled when he gets lifted up to the window to watch the birds.

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Pint of beer my husband recently received at our local pub. I detest IPA’s, but beer is my juice of choice.

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Results of a horrible multi unit fire that displaced 10 people in our town. This is what the old farm used to look like in the 1800’s.

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By the following day a gofundme campaign had raised $14,000. For a town with a population of just over 700, I’d say we’re pretty generous folk.

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A mussel appetizer the husband ordered this week. I stopped counting at 38. Definitely get your money’s worth there.

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It’s true. He told me….

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This.

This is what happens when temperatures rise too quickly in what should be winter in Maine. All our lovely snow melts, freezes and melts again. We have a skating rink driveway and mini floods everywhere because the ground is still too cold to absorb the water.

This…. is a mess.

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I think she missed the class on burying.

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Little dried pieces of fruit have been appearing in strange places around our house as of late.

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On the railings, the steps, at the edge of the gutters. And for a while I just thought the birds bit off more than they could chew. (Do birds chew?)

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But then there she was. Scurrying around the back deck with fruit in her mouth looking for a place to bury her treasure for future consumption.

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I think she must have missed that class at squirrel university.

What a dumb ass.

And speaking of squirrels? While the husband and I decided to take a pass on gifts this Valentines Day… I have to admit he won the card contest hands down.

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It’s perfect.

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Gulp… the finale.

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Yes dear readers, our time exploring the digestive track is coming to a close and I only have a few more pearls of wisdom to share.

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Far be it for me to judge how you prefer your intoxicants to be delivered, but if it’s alright with you I’ll consume my Appletini the traditional way… precariously perched on a bar stool.

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Not being Catholic I was unaware rectal consumption was a topic that kept the Pope up at night, but I’m happy to pass along a helpful cheating technique to get you through the hunger pangs of Lent all the same.

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I’m going to leave you with that titillating teaser about the King’s actual cause of death in hopes it will have you running to your nearest library and requesting a copy of this highly educational and entertaining book.

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Thank you. Thank you very much…

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Bombarded by poo.

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In the continuing saga of my immersion into the myriad world of excrement, my television has now jumped on board.

Geesh… you review one book, write a few posts about the digestive tract and suddenly your world is filled with doo doo.

Poo on my FB reader.

Poo on my news feed.

Now?

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My DVR recorded the latest episode of Nova and of course, it’s all about poo.

Thankfully there was a segment of the program devoted to my beloved wombat and his delightfully cubed shaped dung so it wasn’t a total loss.

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I mean really, what’s cuter than that?

But cuddly wombat aside, it does make me wonder where the next batch of excrement will pop up in my life.

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I certainly hope not. But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me..

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News you can’t use.

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Let’s take a peek at the recent headlines on my news feed, shall we?

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Not just no, but Hell no. There’s a long list of things I refuse to do naked and hiking is in the top ten.

Can you say poison ivy?

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Is there a french fry shortage in the United States? Why was I not informed!

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Pay $54.92 to take a selfie on the Iron Throne? You betcha!

Sign me up.

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Viola! the cure for what ails you. To heck with Alexander Fleming, Dr. River prescribes three or four of these….and don’t call me in the morning. Not that you’ll be able to anyway.

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Cheers to your good health!

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Random snippets.

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Our neighbors. The larger horse is an absolute bully and follows closely behind the pony nipping his butt all day long.

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I keep rooting for the little guy to give him a good swift kick, but clearly he’s a pacifist.

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A recently purchased tee shirt. I can never resist a funny brewery slogan, but when I researched this one I discovered it just sells equipment. No matter, it’s still beer related.

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The look your cat gives you when you don’t share your chicken salad sandwich.

Sorry Dudley, it had onions. I couldn’t.

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Since turning 50? This is the story of my life.

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Not as much fun as it used to be.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten used to love going outside. I’d say “walkies” in my best falsetto and he’d bound into the room anxiously awaiting the harness and leash. Now that full Maine winter has arrived?

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He’s still anxious to go out, but not so thrilled with staying there.

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And looks at us as if to say, “My feet are cold. What the hell?”

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And makes a bee line back to the nice warm couch.

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