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This popped up on my notification page the other day.
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And knowing no one wants to see me run across a field naked, I figured there must be another explanation.
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Okay then.
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Thank you. I shall try to keep the inane drivel that is my blog consistently flowing.
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Yeah, I post too often. Message received.
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Seriously?
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I think once every 500 posts would be sufficient.
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Really not necessary guys.
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Can you spell overkill…
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Enough already!
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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.
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But then….
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Two rival males arrived.
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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.
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They just kept moving closer.
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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.
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Go ahead. You know you want to…
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Well, crap.
Looks like I won’t be running out of Brussels sprouts any time soon. And while I’m one of the few people who actually like them..
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Calm down sprouts, I’m on your side. But a lifetime supply is probably more than even I need.
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After all the hassle we had with the Barn Mahal’s leather club chairs, the addition of a matching ottoman was almost too easy.
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Of course I told the husband I was ordering it online and having it delivered. No discussion necessary…. or allowed for that matter.
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Two nice young men carried it to the barn, put the legs on and said they would leave me a few extra scratch guards.
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Yup. That’s definitely a few…
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It’s funny, but one of the most famous tourist attractions in my state is a sign.
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Yes, those really are the names of Maine towns and I’ve visited all of them. Didn’t even need a passport.
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I admit it, I partied heartily in many a gravel pit back in the day.
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Mud season was virtually non existent this year due to the lack of heavy snow last winter. Can’t say I really missed it.
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I used to gripe constantly about the cold, but with internal menopausal heating? Now I say bring it!
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Yes, if you visit Maine you must have your picture taken with the giant boot at L.L. Beans. And to be honest…. it’s not just for tourists.
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That’s the husband and our niece a few years back.
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We took her Christmas shopping and made her pose.
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A card game of weird conversations? Count me in!
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Oh man, I might have to buy this.
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I’m dying.
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Carrie sounds a tad disappointed…. and who can blame her?
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The abyss!
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I live in Maine and have gone clamming… but never for those.
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If you have any to add… please feel free.
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When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..
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For which our cat is quite thankful.
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Have you hugged your feather today?
( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.
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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.
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Facebook’s targeted ads are up and running again.
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And I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t be buying one of these.
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Oh, hell no.
And if that wasn’t bad enough? Lord Dudley Mountcatten got in on the act and did this as I was reading….
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Put that thing away!
And in the continuing vein… Apple news decided this was a story I had to read.
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WTF?
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The bowl of deer grain is popular, with everyone but the deer for whom it is intended.
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Our resident woodchuck, (named Chuck because we’re creative that way) loves it…
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But so do our new friends the ducks.
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It’s first come first serve at Casa River, and no matter how much posturing and maneuvering the waterfowl did…
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Chuck reigned supreme.
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And even barked at them when they got too close. I’ve been known to do the same around my margaritas, so I don’t judge.
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Our neighbor, she of the new stained glass hobby, invited us down to her house to take a look at her work. Not being one to arrive empty handed I brought this….
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A bottle of wine from one of our trips. I planned to ply her with alcohol and drive the price of the eagle I had my eye on down.
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The picture she’d sent me made the piece look quite large… and though in reality it wasn’t, it still turned out to be a nice addition to the man cave.
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On the table with my husband’s challenge coin collection.
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Below the WWII propaganda posters.
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Proudly guarding our bar. (And yes, I got the 20% friends and family discount.)
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