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With thanks to Martin who knows about my life long aversion to kale.
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This does not surprise me, not one little bit.
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Heck, I cry if forced to eat kale, why shouldn’t they?
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Clearly my mother never ate that noxious weed while pregnant.
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Though she did have a fondness for alcohol, which explains a lot.
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I’ve been waking up in the morning to completely empty bird feeders, which is odd because I refill them every evening. Usually this means the deer are back… but we’ve only seen one or two wandering around lately. Then last night, I flipped on the light at 10:00pm.
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Busted!
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The seed thief caught in the act.
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If you think those pudgy raccoons aren’t limber, I’ve got news for you …
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They can shimmy up and down poles as well as a squirrel and hang by two feet at will.
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Excuse the poor quality pics, I was shooting through the window.
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When Fatso finished emptying the feeders, he plopped down on the ground with the skunks.
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Who were none to happy to share and gave him their business ends.
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Cute little masked devils.
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Sorry, I just have to share the other half of these.
They’re too good not to.
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Am I right, or am I right?
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We’ve finally received some much needed rain and our lawn has responded accordingly.
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The grass has started to turn green… just in time for it to turn brown in the fall…. and Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.
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Not that you’d know it by his face.
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And while the grass is busy turning green, my husband is busy turning his rubber truck mat black.
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Back to Black to be precise, which made me start singing AC/DC … and it totally went over my other half’s head.
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Fall is here and cooler temps mean summer flowers are on clearance sale, like these sweet little hibiscus I picked up for the kitchen porch. They won’t last long… but they’re damn sure pretty right now.
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Another reason to love my town. A cart full of free flowers.
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A friend of my husband’s dropped by the man cave last week to say hello, though I think the actual reason for the visit had 4 wheels.
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Behold his new toy, a 1970 something Le Mans Sport convertible.
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This car is cherry. 27,000 original miles and spotless.
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After we oohed and ahhed appropriately there was beer.
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And pool.
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And after a nice visit…
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A shit eating grin of a man who always wanted an antique auto and is quite pleased with his purchase.
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I try not to over share silly things I find online, but sometimes I simply have to.
We’ve all heard stories about pet owners who resemble their dogs or cats… heck I had an elderly aunt who was a dead ringer for her standard schnauzer, mustache et al. …. but I found a post from a photographer who took this subject to a whole other level.
No captioning necessary, just enjoy.
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Are these fabulous or what?
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After a horribly dry drought filled summer in Maine, we started to see some autumn rain.
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You don’t realize how much you miss green grass until your lawn is brown and crunchy for a few months.
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Add the beginning of turning fall leaves and you have the perfect combination of backyard colors.
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Until this morning’s first frost.
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A hard frost that looked like snow.
Seasons change, and I love it. But on Thursday it will be 70 degrees again, and that’s just Mother Nature screwing with us.
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How low can you go? Let’s find out…
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I’ve slept in a few odd places in my day, but this guy wins hands down.
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Snuggled in between the nukes? Not my definition of comfy cozy.
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From ten hours and a nap… to four? That can’t be healthy.
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When it comes to nuclear weapons, I’d prefer the handlers be well rested and a bit more alert thank you.
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Caffeinated jerky? Quick, share it with the submariners.
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I admit we’ve driven by this place a time or two.
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Without realizing it was a Maine landmark.
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You can’t beat that for one stop shopping.
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Wedding gowns next to the camouflage?
I suppose I should be glad the wedding gowns aren’t made from camo.
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That’s one happy customer.
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I’ve always been attracted to steampunk. Equal parts creativity and recycling, you never know what kind of design you’ll find. And then there’s the sheer weirdo factor. Who doesn’t love that?
So when Facebook popped up with some Etsy suggestions I was intrigued.
Until I saw the prices.
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Damn.
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Punk be pricey.
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And Lord knows I love a good ray gun as well as the next girl…
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But I could hear my checkbook screaming no! from across the room.
Or maybe that was my husband.
Tough call.
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They also can’t spell possibilities correctly, but you get the idea.
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