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Let’s play.

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Praise Jesus!

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Whew, I could have been stuck with 50 years worth of my husband’s nasty Cream of Wheat…. but no.

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The last item I bought was for me.

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If you’ve never tried it, you should.

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I don’t do shots very often any more… the last time I did I fell off my bar stool. Twice.

It wasn’t pretty.

But I proved the credit card companies never check signatures, so that’s something.

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I’m embarrassed to say there was no food on that bill. Which explains the less than cohesive texts I found on my phone the next morning.

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What the hell was I talking about?

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But yes, Tarantula tequila is tasty.

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And versatile.

It’s my go to margarita liquor.

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A lifetime supply sounds just about right.

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Timing is everything.

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And it’s always bad at Casa River.

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Yesterday morning I saw that rat bastard red squirrel.

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She was running all over our roof and gutter probably looking for a way back into the house.

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I chased her off with the broom, but 10 minutes later she was back. She hung around for another half hour or so and for once….

I wish she’d stayed a little longer.

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Well, hello there.

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 Your timing was awful, but please come back another day.

I have multiple squirrel recipes to share.

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Products no one needs.

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While I’m all for pampering and spoiling our pets..

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No.

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Just, no.

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Bowzer’s manicure should not look better than mine… and look, even the dog hates it.

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I want to know who looked at their cat’s ass one afternoon and thought, ” Hey, that will make a great coloring book”.

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Mr. Whiskers is not amused.

And lastly, proof positive more isn’t always good… it’s just more.

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Hell, I think I’m slipping into diabetic coma just looking at that.

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We’ve all been there.

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Epic fails in the kitchen. They usually happen when you’re having your MIL or the boss over for dinner.

So when I saw these online the other day? I had to share…

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Not even close.

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Funny, I’ve made this dish as well… but had no idea it was Italian.

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Recipes.

Sometimes they just like to screw with you.

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Ninja throwing apples!

I like.

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Oh, hell no!

That mouth. I just can’t…

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I’m all for making pets out of rocks, they’re so obedient. But this looks more like a creepy charcoal briquette.

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It’s official.

I will never eat sausage again.

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Giving them the bird.

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Today the turkeys beat the deer to the buffet.

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Come on mom, I’m hungry.

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Bambi wanted in.

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But was decidedly out numbered.

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Look at mommas face.

She is not pleased.

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But she gives in and tries to approach.

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Nope.

Even when Bambi runs at them they just scatter and regroup.

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Still hungry…

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Bambi finds an alternative source.

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Random drivel I have to share.

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For all my pun loving friends..

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Egg yolks…. they don’t always crack you up.

This next one literally made me snort.

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Admit it, you want one.

Or six.

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We passed this little cutie the other day on a back road.

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Perfume…. that smells like gin?

When I have a few too many I tend to spill it on myself. Think of all the time that will save.

And finally…

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Oh sweet Jesus, no.

First kale killed the dinosaurs… and now my tomato wants a piece of me?

Stop the world. I want to get off.

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Still in love!

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Yeah, yeah… still the husband. Soul mate, best friend, whatever.

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But today I’m talking about critters.

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Whimsical…

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Magical….

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Absolutely adorable….

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Little critters.

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Yes, even the pesky red squirrel.

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And the mice that make their winter nests in our garage.

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The fact that these creatures are ephemeral and disappear with the first gust of wind just makes it bittersweet.

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