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Our beautiful fox shows up every day at dusk.
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We think she has a den in our back woods.
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And though I put special food out for her, every once in a while she steals the bread I put out for the birds.
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Because everyone needs to carb load now and then.
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If it’s Monday, it’s time for useless news.
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There’s a question I rarely ask myself.
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Now I’m twice as glad I don’t eat tofu.
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Poor beetle. When I wear my reading glasses I’ve been mistaken for a schoolteacher, … but poo? That’s got to hurt.
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Finally, a church worth attending.
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To heck with the Eucharist, ‘shrooms will help you meet Jesus quicker than stale crackers and boxed wine.
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I’ve got an idea… stop pooping in it.
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Sure. That’s an application totally worthy of crashing our electric grid.
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While out grocery shopping the other day I passed this truck.
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Thinking I saw what I thought I saw, I had to do a little research.
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It’s not every day you see a top hatted turd smoking a cigar.
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🤣
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This bird has got the moves…
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Read from left to right.
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Now that the new living room furniture is in place, it was time to start shopping for coffee tables. Ours are old and mismatched and bear too many dings and cat scratches to be serviceable.
After our nightmare replacement of windows, and doors, and floors…. I thought this would be a breeze. I didn’t want anything special, just one rectangle for in front of the couch and two square side tables in a medium wood finish. Drawers or no drawers. Stylish or plain. Traditional or modern.
I was leaving my husband at home… so I knew finding something to please me would be much quicker.
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Or not.
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I just wanted something simple.
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Something that didn’t look like a metal suitcase…
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Or a canoe.
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After five furniture stores…
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I came to the conclusion nothing is easy anymore.
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I can’t help it, I’m going to keep sharing these.
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Did you have a make believe friend when you were young? An invisible playmate to keep you company and act as confidant. I didn’t, but it seemed harmless enough.
Until now.
Welcome to the digital age when your fake friend might be a tad tricky.
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An AI companion?
Count me out.
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See?
Tricky.
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Autoeroticism and stabbing as conversation stimuli may be more than most people are looking for in a digital friend.
Or not.
It’s a crazy world…
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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.
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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.
Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.
A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.
Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.
How about you?
What can’t you do without..
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Remember when we used to do Throwback Thursday?
I always enjoyed that. Mostly because I liked posting pictures of myself with a waistline. Ah… those were days.
But a memory popped up on my FB page the other day and I thought it was too fun not to share.
My husband was the second of 9 children. His mother was a mere slip of a woman and I often wondered how she stayed sane. Yes, it was a different era… but that’s still a lot of kids.
All but two were born in Maine as the family moved to a dairy farm in western Connecticut when my husband was 8.
7 of the 9 siblings are in this photo with his mother, the rest are cousins.
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Can you guess which one is my husband?
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Don’t get excited, I’m not talking about me. That ship has sailed.
And burst into flames and sunk.
I’m talking about woodchucks, and from the look of our resident Momma…
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I’d say baby chuck sightings are getting close.
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