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Because so far, 2021 isn’t very funny.
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That looks about right.
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A groaner for sure.
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I’ve always thought hot dog ingredients fall under the “you’re better off not knowing” category.
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Well, that’s my plan.
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And we all know the sequels are always worse than the original.
Damn.
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Every Sunday night I kick the husband off the big tv in the living room and stay up late binge watching a bunch of recorded series. I don’t watch a lot of television, but I am addicted to a few HBO, Starz and Showtime programs that my other half hates.
So Monday is the one morning I sleep past 5:00am… and I relish my extra 2 hours. But this Monday morning? I was woken by a noise.
Scratching. And banging. Then more scratching.
I grumbled, I stumbled, I got out of bed and I found this….
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The red squirrel bitch from Hell. She had scaled the bush alongside the house and was scrambling up and down the screen, over and over. And then?
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She just hung there.
Taunting me.
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That bitch has got to go.
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So now that we have a comfortable, heated and (well stocked with beer) man cave, it was time to get down to some serious board game playing. Covid social restrictions make multi player games like Pictionary and Cards Against Humanity a no go, so we searched for something fun to play with two people.
The husband won’t play Trivial Pursuit or Gin Rummy with me anymore because I wipe the floor with him every time. So we tried a game a friend had given us last year as a gift.
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Simple enough, you finish the lines from various categories… music, literature etc.
We played three games and I skunked my other half three times. Even though I gave him music questions from his favorite song.
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So we moved on to a classic, Scrabble.
It wasn’t an easy start and we didn’t have a lot to build from.
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My task was made even more difficult with letters like these.
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And these.
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And then these.
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But after a marathon four and a half hour game?
I won…. and my husband was pickled.
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An honest to goodness, sturdy and well built, fully stained and polyurethaned, ready to dance on (or fall under) bar!
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It was a long time coming but we’re pleased with the result.
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The wood grain is lovely, the top is smooth and shiny.
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And once the custom ordered chairs and shelves are ready, it will be time to get down to business.
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The business of mixing my first Barn Mahal cocktail.
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But I’m not done sharing wonderful photos from Joel Sartore because he has another book.
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Great Blue Turaco
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A book full of birds.
Northern White Faced Owl
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Our fine feathered….
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Baby Golden Parakeet
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And not quite feathered yet friends.
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Golden Pheasant
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Being an avid bird watcher and feeder, this book warms my soul.
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Kea
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I’ll try not to overshare.
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Andean Cock of the Rock
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But look at these beauties.
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Vulturine Guineafowl
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It’s going to be tough.
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At the beginning of December we gave $10 to a fundraiser for our local food bank which we wouldn’t have known about it if we hadn’t been sitting in our corner at the local pub.
We drank…
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And lo and behold, it paid off.
Because yesterday when we stopped in for a burger and a beer? This was placed in front of me by the bartender….
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The husband joked that they didn’t need to bribe us to drink there…
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But damn. For $100 gift card? I’d drink anywhere.
Apparently our donation was part of a raffle and we won a prize.
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Who says drinking doesn’t pay?
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I woke up this morning to proof of late night visitors.
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Thankfully they weren’t the kind who deploy the anal probe….
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But it does look like they surveyed the Barn Mahal.
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And who could blame them?
Heated winter space with a fully stocked beer fridge is a hard thing to resist for any species…
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But drop what thoust is doing and get thee to the nearest Wal Mart forthwith.
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Yes, that Wal Mart.
And I know, you’ll need to wear blinders or your faith in the human race as a species will spiral down the drain…. but trust me. This time it will be worth it.
Because during a begrudged trip there the other day to buy bird seed since both our local stores were out?
I found this:
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And holy guacamole Batman! There’s a little taste of paradise in every bite. Rich, sweet, and buttery…. I don’t even care if I’ll have to let my pants out at the waist next week.
And if that’s not enough to entice you to walk down Wal Mart’s hallowed halls?
Here’s an added bonus.
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Correct me if I’m wrong…
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But that has got to be the worst product ever invented. If you want to see me in a homicidal rage? Watch me chase a screaming alarm clock down the hall with a baseball bat at 4:00am.
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Do I need to wrap myself in a life size tortilla?
No. I really don’t.
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A foot hammock.
Because those pillowed neck rolls people wear on airplanes aren’t ridiculous enough.
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Why in the world would I pay for an implement that gives me the hairdo I spend all morning trying to get rid of?
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Read my lips…
I neither have an inner mermaid, nor do I need to find one.
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This.
Because the government doesn’t eat enough of our money as it is.
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My spam folder is definitely getting blue.
And at times? It’s down right crude.
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For example, I found this the other day.
Spam
Resort hopping Part 3… The Eagle Mountain House.
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meet women for sex dodge center Minnesota free gay foot torture.
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There’s a lot to unpack here, but let’s break it down shall we?
I don’t know who Carmen Hayes is, but I’m thinking perhaps the ASPCA should be notified.
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As you know, the husband and I wander around a lot of antique stores…. but I’m pretty sure I’ve never run across that particular piece of Royal Doulton. Nor do I want to.
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And can someone please enlighten me, because clearly I lead a sheltered life in Maine. What exactly is a sex dodge center? The only mental image I have is dodgeball and that can’t be right. Or is it….
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Free gay foot torture. While I appreciate a good deal as much as the next girl…. I think my bunions and I will have to pass on that.
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