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A quick question about quick food.
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I’m not a nugget fan and have never had Shake Shack’s or Burger King’s but of the other four, I’m going to choose Chick-Fil-A.
They seem to be the most chicken like and have the highest probability of containing actual chicken.
I’ve never figured out what McDonalds puts in their tasteless and stale version.
I’m guessing Pterodactyl.
How about you…
If forced to eat a nugget, which one would you choose?
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In the summer of 2023 we had our old driveway torn up and replaced. It cost an arm and a leg (seriously, I think I could buy prosthetics for less) and we expected it to last a long time.
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This was last week.
When after months of complaining to the manager of the company about a weak spot in front of our garage that was starting to break up, my husband got satisfaction.
Or did he?
A full crew showed up free of charge and maneuvered what looked like a mattress into place.
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Turns out it’s a tar heater which melted the offending spots.
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I watched and photographed from the window for hours while they worked on the bad section.
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The end result?
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Hideous.
A black jigsaw puzzle.
This is supposed to solve the problem but to be honest I don’t think it will as the surface looks just as pocked as before.
And to make matters worse?
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They rested the flaming mattress on our lawn and browned a perfect rectangle.
Grrr…
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Interspecies dining.
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It’s a thing.
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Enough with the pickles.
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I swear all I have to do is type the word here and they show up everywhere.
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Blech!
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The recent wildfires in Canada gave us hazy skies and some eerie sunsets.
* Warning – the following image may cause nightmares. *
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That abomination must be destroyed.
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I really need to separate this line of hostas next spring.
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The bloom is pretty and the bees love it…
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But they’re getting a tad out of control.
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We woke up to this the other morning.
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Our mailbox used to live there.
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But the mailbox was on the driveway.
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Along with pieces and parts of our busted post.
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My husband called the sheriffs department, sure that nefarious vandals with sledgehammers were responsible.
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Of course, a long conversation took place once the officer arrived …
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Complete with a visit to the man cave/Barn Mahal before the investigation started.
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But it soon became clear my husband’s club wielding delinquent theory was incorrect.
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And the simpler explanation of a drunken, speeding driver was to blame.
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The evidence… a broken side mirror… was found in our ditch.
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Admit it, useless is way more fun.
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The man dumped a cup of coffee.
Get a life people.
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, cruises are floating petri dishes.
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And isn’t is about time?
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This is something I can honestly say I’d never worried about before.
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And my husband gets aggravated if I just change my mind about going out to dinner.
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But I’m not going to think about it.
Nope.
Uh uh.
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That can’t be good.
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Not good at all.
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We had a yard sale.
It was a big success.
My husband parted with some of his treasure and enjoyed it. He even spoke about selling more.
I was thrilled!
I had visions of a clean basement and an empty garage.
But…
This is my husband the pack rat we’re talking about so instead of organizing his old things for another sale?
He brought home more things… because they were free on the side of the road.
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No doubt left over from someone else’s yard sale.
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Sigh…
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Ah, the good old days…
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When we moved into this house in 2002 it had an almond Montgomery Ward refrigerator just like that. It was probably the original from when the house was built in 1974. Old and ugly… it had to go, even though it worked perfectly.
In hindsight I should have kept it. We’re on our fourth new refrigerator now.
They don’t make them like they used to.
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Almost every house I entered when I was young had one of these. My parents didn’t because they weren’t big tv people…. but my husband brought one home from a yard sale years ago and stuck it in the basement.
Aren’t I lucky?
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Harvest gold, burnt orange and olive green are the colors of my childhood.
But carpet in the bathroom? Eeewww!
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Been there, done that!
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I still have some of my old 8 track mixed tapes. Awful things, but we loved them.
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Here we go again…
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I’m in the definite minority here.
Mary and merry for me.
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Maine has a decided lack of porn stars. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad.
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Lobster.
Maine’s reason is 🦞.
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My state didn’t make either list.
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I remember the silly blue laws when we lived in North Carolina and they were nothing but annoying. You can’t legislate morality…
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Idexx Laboratories over LL Beans? I don’t think so.
I’ve never even heard of it.
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I just read the average price of a home in Maine is over $450k… if the true value is only $168k? We’re all in trouble.
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12?
What the hell Romania! At least I think that’s Romania…
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When I was a teenager in the late 70’s and early 80’s…. Maine summers were warm, but not hot. If it hit 85 degrees we were complaining about a heat wave. Houses didn’t have air conditioning and cars in our state weren’t sold with it because we didn’t need it.
We do now.
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I miss the good old (cool) days.
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Yes, we actually had a three day yard sale.
Friday was busy.
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Saturday was busy.
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And since my husband was enjoying telling people about his treasures so much?
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We sold on Sunday as well.
The sale was a resounding success with many people complimenting us on its cleanliness, its organization and the diversity of items offered.
Yay us.
It was a massive amount of work, but it paid off.
And I mean that literally.
We made $2,249 over the course of three days!!
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Yes, you read that correctly. We raked in more than twenty two hundred dollars for… nothing! No expensive electronics, no gold jewelry and the only furniture we sold was a wicker chair for $20. To say I was astounded is an understatement. I was expecting maybe $400.
If there’s anything better than people coming to your home, paying you for things you no longer want and taking them away? I don’t know what it is.
Color me pleased.
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Pockets stuffed with cash, we broke down the sale at 3:00pm. I filled the car with my unsold items that were destined for donation while the husband packed his unsold treasures in boxes and returned them to the cellar. No, he wouldn’t donate any of his things.
Miracles only go so far.
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We showered, dressed and headed to one of our favorite restaurants for a well deserved meal.
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Royal River Grille never disappoints.
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Best clam chowder around and I was so hungry I only photographed it when I was through. The husband had lobster bisque but I didn’t photograph that either.
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My cocktail was a blueberry lavender cooler – blueberry infused vodka, lavender simple syrup, lemon juice, lavender bitters and lemonade.
My dinner was a delightfully flavorful panko crusted haddock with crispy leek and charred scallion aioli on garlic Parmesan mashed red potatoes with honey truffle toum sauced green beans.
Heaven!
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The husband had a barrel cut filet mignon with the Parmesan mashed potatoes and a sinfully rich creamed spinach.
We rolled out of there stuffed and satisfied.
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Past the dead fish metal sculptures that flank the entry…
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And a weirdo Finnish half speedboat/half cabin cruiser. Top speed 48 knots. They go for about $450k if you’re interested.
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Our Friday yard sale was cut short by the threat of an afternoon thunderstorm. The sky got dark and the wind started whipping so we raced around packing everything back up, throwing it in the garage and breaking down all the plywood tables. It was 96 degrees, humid as Hell and I suddenly remembered why I hated doing summer yard sales.
So much work!
Naturally by the time we had everything tucked away and secured the storm rumbled by and we didn’t get a drop of rain.
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But on Saturday morning?
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We set it all up again.
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I’d sold a good bit the day before and the husband had so much fun chatting with customers he brought more things up from his cluttered basement of doom.
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Okay, some of them were mine…
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But he put out his two old school desks…
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And quite a few of his treasures.
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Yes, they were overpriced as far as yard sale bargains go, but he happily haggled and came down if people bought multiple things.
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He had so much fun, by the end of the day he was exhausted, hot, hoarse from non stop talking …
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And busy looking up values on things he wanted to put out the next day.
To be continued…
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