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Because I love ridiculous headlines.
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Yeah, that’s the last place I want Elon Musk.
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Sure.
What could go wrong with that?
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Aside from fatal crashes?
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Poor Kevin.
Pastry put an end to his freedom.
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I’d have to want a Big Gulp pretty damn bad to make a midnight snack run there.
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Oh, come on.
Is nothing sacred anymore?
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Tis the season to be festive.
Holiday gatherings mean holiday cheer. The emotional kind as well as the bottled.
Here’s one of my go to favorites.
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Mandarin Absolut vodka, ginger beer and a splash of cranberry juice. Pomegranate optional.
As for the Hell no… it’s this.
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Just when I thought that stupid pickle algorithm had forgotten about me.
Blech!
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A few things seen and chortled over on my furniture shopping adventures.
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Graceland called… the Jungle Room wants its chair back.
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I like dogs.
But no that fabric.
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I can’t even…
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The first thing that crossed my mind with this fabric?
Rorschach tests.
I see… a bat driving a motorcycle.
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Giant horse head decorative items… when you’re going for that Godfather feel.
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Apparently canine prints are in this year.
But I’m crying foul as I didn’t see any cat fabric.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten is feeling slighted.
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Here are a few tidbits worth sharing from my great…. but admittedly slightly weird, state.
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For anyone who has ever been north of Bangor, this is not a surprise.
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I’ve been north of Bangor.
It’s easy to do.
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Take a chair, give a chair?
Interesting concept.
Christmas can look a little different up here as well. Northern Maine is potato country…. and in Aroostock county?
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Potatoes take center stage.
Farther south? It’s all about the lobster and trees are made out of buoys….
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As well as traps.
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Santa?
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He arrives on a lobster boat, with an extra large lobster riding shotgun.
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Does anyone even use recipe books anymore?
I had a giant stack of them collecting dust in a corner of our kitchen and finally decided to plow through the pile.
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Those are the ones I gave away…
And though I tend to find most recipes online these days, these are the ones I couldn’t bear to part with.
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And speaking of Dodo birds…
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Does anyone else still have a bakers rack…
Or a mini stereo with an iPod dock that plays CDs?
I really need to update my life.
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Furniture shopping continues and I’ve realized like everything else in my life it’s not going to be easy.
Though we have numerous stores and what seems like endless choices, if you’re like me and buck trends… there’s going to be trouble.
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In every one of the six stores I’ve visited so far?
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Grey. White. A little blue…
And more grey.
While I have nothing against the color per se, variety is the spice of life and when it comes to decor I need some.
And please don’t tell me corporate only displays one vision and I can choose different fabrics.
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Because in store after store?
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95% of those are grey as well.
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It’s another Christmas question, so try to get your jolly on.
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When I was a teenager my mother had a close friend she insisted I call aunt though we weren’t related . She was a career woman when women didn’t have careers and rose to a senior position with Time/Life. A wealthy widow with two grown sons, she was extremely intelligent and quite eccentric.
To be honest, she was loaded. Both financially and physically… the old gal liked her scotch.
Having New England roots she was also tight as a tick when it came to spending money. The electric bill could sour her mood for days and she wore clothes that were so threadbare the moths didn’t even bother nibbling. She constantly added milk to chowder to stretch it’s longevity and only went out to dinner if someone else was paying. She cut her own hair, never bought a new car and had drawers full of used tin foil. When she retired she had money enough to travel the world but chose to sit home and clip coupons, waiting for hamburger to go on sale.
But when it came to Christmas? That’s when she really outdid herself. Presents were wrapped in newspaper with leftover butcher’s twine for ribbon. She thought it was fun to give dozens of gifts and watch you squeal with delight when you opened them. Problem was … there was never anything worth squealing about. Quantity not quality made her happy.
Over the years I received toilet paper, toothpaste, tiny bars of soap and shampoo as well as plastic ice buckets. All of which she lifted from various hotel rooms. She traveled a lot for work and the woman never passed up a freebie. I had to say thank you for swizzle sticks, matchbooks and little paper umbrellas. Have you ever pretended to be over joyed with ketchup packets and those little square jelly containers? Trust me, it’s not easy.
So in answer to the question … the weirdest Xmas gift I’ve ever received?
A matching set of barf bags from TWA.
Festively wrapped in the New York Times and the envy of all my friends.
How about you?
What bizarre gifts have you received….
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I cleaned out another closet yesterday and this time the mess wasn’t my husband’s.
Our spare bedroom closet has always been the repository for luggage, extra blankets, pillows and wrapping paper.
So much wrapping paper….
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I also found a mink stole from Saks and a stuffed beaver… as one does.
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Six overnight bags, four suitcases, a travel makeup case from 1974 that yes, I still use…. and a large bear that was supposed to go to Toys for Tots last Xmas.
There was also beach glass and gift bags.
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Enough to last me into the next century…
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And a whole lotta ribbon.
If you need a present wrapped, apparently I’m your girl.
A lot of the items got stuffed back in there, though much more neatly organized this time.
Heck… I can see the floor again.
I’m calling it a win.
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I was peeling carrots the other day and pulled this one out of the bag…
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Produce shouldn’t have legs.
Arms?
Thanks Monsanto.
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Wondering what to stuff in your special guy’s stocking this Christmas?
Facebook has the answer.
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This is sexist.
I’d be fine with a car that smells like bacon.
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It never hurts to be prepared.
Last, and most certainly least…
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You’re welcome.
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