Let’s play.

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Because it’s 2024 and I’m still here.

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I could take a world view and hope for an end to the war in Ukraine and peace in the Middle East.

Or I could take a national view and hope for sanity to return to politics and an end to the partisan and cultural divide in this country.

But I’m going to take a smaller, closer to home view and hope for the continued health of my (still thinks he’s 20) husband. Many of my blog friends are experiencing the grief of loss or catastrophic illness of a spouse or loved one and it makes me realize how truly blessed I still am. I may moan and groan about his crap collecting and his inability to enjoy retirement, but I have him.

And he has me.

That’s everything.

But maybe… just maybe?

I’ll hope for better luck with our home improvement projects as well.

I think I’m due for some of that.

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How about you…

What are you hoping for this year?

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There’s no shake in my bake.

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I often complain about things in the kitchen. The toaster that doesn’t toast evenly, the dirty spoons my husband leaves on the counter and more often than not … the fact that we pay more for food each day but seem to get less.

I understand prices rise, and though I never like it… I expect it. What I don’t expect is to start cooking, reach for the 16 ounce can (box or bag of whatever) only to find it’s shrunken to 14. Two ounces short of what I need forcing me to downsize my recipe or worse yet, buy another full can (box or bag of whatever) and waste most of it.

Grrr.

The insanity needs to stop… because today I discovered it’s gone one step too far.

My husband likes the old fashioned Shake and Bake barbecue chicken so every once in a while I throw him a bone and make it.

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There I was with my foil wrapped pan, my chicken leg quarters and and a box of seasoning packets. I was primed and ready to shake.

Problem was… there was no shaker bag in the box. You know the ones – they were flimsy, never closed properly and weren’t big enough for whatever you needed to shake?

Nada.

Zip.

Nothing.

Even though the side of the box clearly states you should use it.

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This is egregious marketing.

If you no longer include the shaking apparatus? You should no longer be able to call yourself Shake and Bake.

That’s just false advertising.

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Random nonsense.

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We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten who definitely knows how to relax.

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My husband wanted a fleece vest to wear at the office (because he works for the government and they’re too cheap to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees in the winter) so we headed to L.L. Bean.

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Home of the giant boot..

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And flannel shirt beer coozies.

They clearly know their audience.

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Charity my *ss. Those on the bottom should lose their non profit status.

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Supporting a new blog friend by purchasing and reading his amusing and heartwarming tales of animal caretaking in Scotland.

And finally, my algorithms have gotten on board with my furniture shopping nightmare by dropping vintage finds on my FB feed.

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I have to admit, I kind of dig it.

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Just call him Goldilocks.

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After doing some preliminary furniture shopping with a girlfriend, I’d narrowed it down to a few possible living room sets which meant I had to bring the husband in for final approval.

As you may have guessed…. it did not go well.

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This couch wasn’t deep enough.

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This couch’s arms were too hard.

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I thought I had a winner here…

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There was an entire wall of fabric for me to choose from and miracle of all miracles?

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Some of it was green.

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But the husband burst my bubble of glee when, like Goldilocks…. he declared the cushions too soft.

The search continues.

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