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Let’s play.

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It’s less embarrassing than an enema, but only just.

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I have a long list of bonehead moves but my most recent was a few years back. I’d pulled into a bank’s ATM machine… it was next to their drive thru window and on top of a short hill. For whatever reason, I wasn’t paying attention and when I realized I was too far away to reach the machine I opened my door, dropped my card and leaned out to retrieve it….

Without putting the car in park.

On a hill.

Not my brightest move.

Gravity is indeed a fickle b*tch… because the car went rolling, and so did I. Fell right out of the car on my knees and was dragged alongside it until I managed to reach in and push the brake. Unfortunately not before the left front fender slid along the concrete barrier and went crunch.

The drive thru teller saw the whole thing and half the bank emptied out in the parking lot to make sure I was okay. Other than a ripped knee on my jeans, the only thing hurt was my pride because I felt like a right royal idiot.

As soon as I got home the local police called and made me go downtown to fill out an accident report. When the officer asked what happened… I told him I had a blonde moment.

A moment that cost me over $1,800 in body work.

Duh.

Now you.

Share your stupidity!

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And then there were three.

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My third and final easy to assemble coffee table arrived yesterday.

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With what seemed like 50 cubic yards of styrofoam snow.

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Seriously, the stuff flew everywhere and has been nearly impossible to eradicate.

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I was sweeping and vacuuming like mad trying to keep ahead of it.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was inconvenienced…

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And did not appreciate his favorite perch being turned upside down.

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Legs, shelf and trim pieces attached during a Red Sox game …

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And viola.

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Another Mission style table completes the set.

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Subtlety is not his strong suit…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys licking the cream residue from my husband’s morning coffee and makes no secret of this fact.

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From the moment my spouse pours his first cup, he has a captive audience.

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Since His Lordship doesn’t want the actual coffee, my husband has to drink the first cup more rapidly than he’d like.

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And is stared down with anticipation during the process.

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Cats.

They want what they want.

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If you only read one story about the Olympics, let it be this one.

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I love watching the Olympics and rooting for our athletes. The highs, the lows, the victories, the heartbreaks… I’m hooked. I’ve watched gymnastics, swimming, synchronized diving, beach volleyball and cycling and enjoyed them all. But apparently I should have been watching the pole vaulting competition because something happened there you don’t see every day.

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Yes, you read that correctly.

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He may have lost his chance at a medal, but something tells me Anthony’s Tinder profile is going to be breaking records of its own.

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Before and afters, overpriced lamps and a cat who sits…

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The new composite decking, the new soffit ceiling panels, the new poles, the new pvc wrap and new moulding are all in place.

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And though we’re only halfway done with this project, it looks better already.

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The old siding has been stripped off and the windows are taped.

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Next up?

The stone veneer.. which I know is going to be a total nightmare because there’s so much to cut around. Three windows, a door, a light fixture, an electrical outlet and a dryer vent.

You’ll probably hear the cursing from there.

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In other news, I put a fresh coat of stain on our well house.

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It amazes me how often I have to do this.

For a house covering a well, it doesn’t weather well.

And while I’m complaining…

I’ve been lamp shopping and I’m not happy.

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Lamps plus what… gold dust?

Because that’s the only explanation for charging that much.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten took a detour on his walk today.

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Or should I call it a sit…

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Twice the work, none of the fun.

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I lost track of the husband the other day and found him outside, in the process of moving stone.

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This is the stone veneer he had the delivery driver drop at the far end of our property instead of closer to the front porch of the house as it should have been.

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I suggested loading it in the truck and driving it over to the garage in sections to save time (not to mention his back) but as usual, he wanted to do it the hard way and moved it piece by heavy *ss piece to the barn porch so it would be off his lawn.

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While he hauled stone?

I picked up the styrofoam, cardboard and straps it was packaged in.

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And there was a lot of that.

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55 sections of stone, roughly 20 pounds each. Back and forth across the lawn… for hours, in the afternoon sun.

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Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?

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I swear the man is a marvel.

He never quits.

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Now I just have to hope the barn porch doesn’t collapse from the weight before he can move it over to the house…

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Let’s play.

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Because we don’t play enough these days.

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My husband and I are very different people who have different likes and styles. We were raised differently, in different types of families with different backgrounds in different eras. And while most of our differences compliment each other and enhance our strength as a couple… there are times when the differences can rub up against my last nerve.

( I’m sure he can say the same, but hey… this is my blog. 😉 )

I was born an only child of older parents. They were quiet, well educated people who rarely watched television. Our home was peaceful. My husband had 8 siblings, an alcoholic father and a volatile upbringing. It was anything but peaceful.

I’m a reader. I like quiet.

My husband is a tv watcher. He likes noise.

So much so, that he turns the damn thing on and leaves the room with it blaring away. And mind you, he doesn’t just leave the room… at times he leaves the house and our property altogether. The man will turn on the tv, and then go get gas, or go out to breakfast… with the tv still on.

It’s a little thing in the grand scheme of life… but it drives me nuts.

Turn. Off. The. Television!

How about you?

What does your significant other do that drives you crazy….

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Muddled missives.

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We’re down to one baby woodchuck.

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Momma had five, and I’m hoping she just kicked the other four to the curb like she’s supposed to when they’re grown.

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The alternative is predators, or worse… humans.

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Not everyone loves them like I do.

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This is the front door we need to replace, and of course like everything else in our continuing remodeling nightmare… it can’t be simple.

Our house was built in 1974, added on to in 1994. I have no idea how old this door is, but suffice it to say it’s been here a while. What we discovered when shopping for a replacement is no one makes solid wood doors with one large light panel on the side anymore. So we had to regroup.

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In order to fit our rough opening, we had to configure it this way…. which means the door itself will actually be smaller. Not ideal, but my husband’s carpentry skills are not up to cutting larger holes in the house.

Did I mention we will not be buying a solid wood replacement? The $11,000+ price tag almost gave my husband a heart attack. The fiberglass version stained to look like wood was bad enough…

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Plus tax?

$7,133.

For. A. Door.

Kill me now.

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And speaking of doors, while my husband was slogging away on the front porch, I was out back sanding and repainting our bulkhead doors.

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Yes sir.

They are red.

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