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At all.
Ever.
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I don’t think the low brain activity of a Kardashian even qualifies as news.
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I didn’t think that was possible.
Though I swear I’ve come close a few times myself.
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Can’t say I’d recommend that DIY.
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Say it isn’t so Teddy.
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Toys have certainly changed since I was a child.
😳
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I call foul.
The boxes and labels? Sure. But what’s inside the bottle… no.
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The thought of being “nudified” and spread across the internet?
Terrifying.
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A portrait of His Royal Highness.
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Cats are such regal creatures.
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I did not know.
And honestly, I wish I still didn’t.
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Sunrise.
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Proof that sometimes it is worth getting up early.
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Quintessential Maine.
🤣
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I bought Lord Dudley Mountcatten a fleece pad because he’s always looking for warmth.
He found part of it…
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While antique shopping with the husband recently, I realized our woodchucks are just phoning it in. None of ours bring me flowers.
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Yes.
This (slightly used) stripper pole was for sale.
No.
We didn’t purchase it.
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My husband and I have great health insurance through his military service. We rarely have issues and there’s usually no reason to complain.
Until now.
Our medications are prescribed by our doctors and sent to a mail order pharmacy at their main campus here in Maine. Refills are done by phone and if there’s something you can’t wait the ten days it takes to process? You can pick it up in person.
Until now.
Because they shuttered the local pharmacy due to government staffing cuts a while back and if you have a problem now? Too bad, talk to the bots.
So of course we had a problem when their automated refill system updated and didn’t transfer payment information for security reasons. The next time I needed a refill? I was denied because they no longer had my credit card number.
When I tried to update it online it said no, I had to call and personally speak to a representative. The only problem with that was everyone else in this network found themselves in the same situation and there was only one phone number available.
One.
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See those numbers in the top right hand corner?
One hour, twelve minutes and thirteen seconds. That was me, on hold… and not the least bit happy about it.
In the end I waited over an hour and a half to speak to a human … and no, I was not pleased.
With no other way to update payment information and no chance they would fill prescriptions without payment… half the state of Maine was probably calling the same number at the same time.
It was maddening.
Even more maddening? That number is the same one we use for refills and now even the bots aren’t picking up because the system is overloaded with calls. And it’s not like we can drive to the pharmacy because they closed it.
Government efficiency my *ss.
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It’s quick and painless. And you can’t say that about much else these days.
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I’m a white wine drinker all the way.
And it’s not just a slight preference, because for some bizarre reason the taste of red literally makes me gag. I absolutely can’t stand it, never could.
How about you?
Red or white.
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A friend and I spent the day thrifting recently… which is always good for a laugh.
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These are definitely not bunion friendly.
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What the…
What?
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There will be no cooking in our garage. Gourmet, or otherwise.
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Mark, this one’s for you.
Hide your treasure here. No one will ever want to open it except you.
😉
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I’m at a loss with this one.
Anyone want to guess what it could have been?
The price was $1.99, if that helps.
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Because everyone needs more maps.
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Maine is clearly Team Cat.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.
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Well done Colorado.
Though the fact that there’s a CDC Surveillance System tracking these stats has me a bit worried.
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How do you say pecan?
I’m in a green area but pronounce it more like the blue people do.
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This definitely puts it in perspective.
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Poetry in Stephen King country?
I call foul.
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Maine does indeed celebrate Patriot’s Day.
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If they’re red, I’m doomed.
But we feed the greys well and could probably survive the squirrel apocalypse.
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My husband had to take a few things to the dump recently, and you know what happens when he does that.
Our “dump” is more of a recycling center… complete with a gift shop where everything is free, and there in lies the problem.
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He came home with a table and chairs.
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Do we need a table and chairs from the dump?
We do not.
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But my husband couldn’t resist bringing it home and fixing it up to sell.
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He cleaned, he polished, he tightened, he glued.
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I told him to recover the horrible (plastic? vinyl?) seats but that was a bridge too far.
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So now there’s a table and chair set clogging up the man cave/Barn Mahal.
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Sigh…
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Join me for another session of news no one needs.
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Take a look around.
Do you blame it?
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It’s Fred Flintstone, Barney Rubble and their calloused bare feet…right?
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Oh goodie, another rogue robot who wants to wipe us off the face of the planet.
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I’m so glad we keep building these.
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What… it’s not cheese?
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Well that is disappointing.
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What the utter f**k?
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Kardashians.
Why am I not surprised?
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My bots seem to have departed the pattern but I thought I’d share one more old post from when I first started on WordPress.
This one has to do with blogging itself and contains a little River history.
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The blogging life.
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😊
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The temperatures are dropping in Maine and our backyard visitors are feeling it.
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They’re also probably feeling like they’re being watched…
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Because they are.
Quite regularly.
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I saw this and thought, damn. Our raccoons are total slackers.
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Seriously, all ours do is eat and poo… and occasionally knock over the bird bath.
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We don’t have kids, so I’d better get to work on our trash pandas.
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Sunrise…
With cat.
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Squirrel, defying gravity.
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Yes, you.
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Our one little opossum, who only shows up at night.
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River's world..... 