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After 3 years of virtually no snow, this winter is keeping our shovels busy.
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Strolling out to the man cave for an adult beverage requires some effort.
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The bird bath is disappearing.
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And the shrub hats are growing.
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As is the hump on the patio table.
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Because you admitted you look forward to it.
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No, you are not allowed to tell my husband.
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I’d say it beats washing windows, but it really doesn’t.
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Beware Toadzilla.
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He’s a toad and a half.
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Worst.
Allergy.
Ever.
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At this point I’d prefer they poop on anything made by Musk.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…
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Should I be worried?
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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…
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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.
I may have to own this.
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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.
If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.
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Bacon is life.
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Storms have been passing in and out of our area.
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This one moved right over the neighbor’s farm.
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Someone got some impressive weather….
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But this time it wasn’t us.
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What I got was a spiced cranberry lemon drop martini and crab cakes.
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And spicy Tuscan shrimp with sun dried tomatoes and spinach.
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You’ll have to think for a moment, but have faith…
I think you can do it.
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I can think of quite a few I happily lived without back in the day but can’t imagine surviving the loss of now….
Power windows in cars. Did we ever roll them down manually? My mind boggles at the physical effort.
Microwaves. I don’t cook with ours but reheating leftovers quickly is one of life’s simple pleasures.
DVRs. The pleasure of watching what I want when I want cannot be beat.
But if I’m honest the number one modern convenience I can’t do without is my iPhone. It holds my 23,710 photos and keeps me in touch with long lost friends. It’s my dictionary, my calculator, my encyclopedia, and my address book. It’s a source of video entertainment, games, and shopping. I call, I text, I email. I bank, I navigate, and check the local weather. Most importantly? I blog with you lot.
Sadly, I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d be lost without it.
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So how about you…
What mod con will they pry from your cold dead hands?
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Sunrise on snow.
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It’s hard to beat.
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I don’t know if this first one is true, but I really hope so. The cuteness factor is off the charts.
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And because I’m nerdy enough to get a giant kick out of this –
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Murphy’s cat? Uncannily accurate.
As my loyal readers know, adjusting to retirement has not been easy for my husband. Feeling useless and unproductive with endless hours to fill has been driving him a bit batty. I’ve given him numerous suggestions, none of which have been to his liking.
And then I saw this…
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Now that’s a retirement career he’s well suited for!
Without starting a political argument, I’m just going to drop the following photo here. Taken at the FBI, it shows a worker following orders to paint.
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The fact that he’s been ordered to paint over awful words like fairness, respect and integrity speaks volumes.
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Reading this article makes me realize that American shellfish are complete slackers. Let’s put those suckers to work!
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I’m ending this post with Lord Dudley Mountcatten, staring me down for no good reason. Just because he can.
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More snow makes for pretty pictures I like to share with all my snowless southern and western friends.
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The shrubbery wear hats.
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And the edge of the driveway hump grows.
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Critter paths are clearly visible.
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And we have no idea who was romping on our deck. Those faded middle tracks are my husband’s, but clearly others followed suit.
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A path to the man cave must be shoveled.
It’s where the beer lives…
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Admit it, you look forward to this nonsense.
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See?
Nonsense.
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The Big Poo Review.
Nothing but hard news for my readers, yes sir.
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I never even knew we were talking.
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Of course she does.
She’s proud.
But the very next day?
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Don’t try this at home children.
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Moral of the story?
Butt crack piercing (predictive text changed this to ‘butt frack piercing’, which sounds even more painful) is not for the faint hearted.
Or faint butted.
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We never know how many deer are going to arrive in our backyard on any given night…
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Could be two, could be ten.
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They always show up at dusk so pardon the poor quality photos with reflections from the windows.
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When the snow starts to pile up?
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So do the deer.
Fourteen was the count when I took these photos.
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