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Momma Chuck has left the building and only one of her five offspring is left.
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He shows up every morning and in the early evening for his treats…
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But I have to say…
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He looks a little lonely…
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Poor little guy…
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Last chuck standing.
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News you can’t use.
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Because you need your weekly fix of nonsense news.
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If your penis can lift barbells? I don’t want to know about it…
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Or not.
I’m going with not.
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I am a menopausal woman of a certain age, and while I don’t yet resemble Lord Dudley Mountcatten on the whisker front… I will admit to fighting one stubborn hair that has no business on my chin.
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I only have one question, but it’s the most important.
Does the cow enjoy it?
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I’m not at all conflicted.
They’re awful.
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Half price nursery sales are the best.
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Installing hanging plant brackets on the new porch posts only meant one thing…
I had to shop for hanging plants.
Which isn’t easy this time of year as decorations turn toward fall. I searched high and low and only found one nursery that had anything pretty left.
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But these half price dragon wing begonias fit the bill nicely.
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Now it’s looking like a porch I can be proud of.
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Even if it’s not quite finished…
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The feline jury is still out.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been tentatively exploring the new arrivals in the den.
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And looks at me like, what gives?
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Each piece must be thoroughly tested…
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And if this face doesn’t scream displeasure I’ll eat my hat.
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Complaints are loud and frequent.
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After a few days, His Lordship has given his approval to one piece and one piece only…
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The ottoman can stay.
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A railly good time.
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The third railing section was done…
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And though it was the smallest, the last section proved the most difficult as well.
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There was some considerable sputtering during its attachment to the stone, so I kept my distance until completion.
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Voila! (which spell check always changes to viola)
Railings are done.
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And though it took me over an hour to convince my husband he had to rehang my plant brackets…
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He shimmied into the small space and did just that.
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A little more tinkering with the electrical outlet…
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And we’ve reached the point where there’s no more to do until the new front door arrives.
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So now we wait…
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No. You can’t come in…
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She’s still here.
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That red demon spawn of a rodent…
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And she’s been manically searching for a way in.
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Of course all that scampering about searching for entry is tiring…
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So sometimes, she just chills.
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Nothing to rail about.
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Railing section number one was complete thanks to my brilliant painters tape idea so we moved on to number two…
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The unfinished staggered stone making a nice tool shelf.
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It’s really starting to look like something now.
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More like a porch and less like a disaster zone.
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Of course the husband wouldn’t listen to me at the beginning when I told him the height he chose was wrong. I wanted it a few inches higher, but no… he knew best.
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Which means the yew bush on the far right completely blocks the first railing section from view.
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Two down, two to go…
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Let’s play.
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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.
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This is an easy one for me….
Nurse/doctor.
I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.
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How about you?
Which profession should you avoid at all costs…
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So close..
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted the red menace on his walk the other day and ran at full speed into the woodshed.
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He climbed up the wood and searched…
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But didn’t come close to catching her.
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He’s just not fast enough for that troublesome witch.
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In with the new…
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Our new blue couch was proving just as difficult to move into the house as our old behemoth sleeper sofa was to move out.
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Up and over was the only way to turn the corner.
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We bought from a family run business and the two sons were the delivery men.
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Though I should say boys, they’re not even old enough to drink the tip money we gave them.
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New (blue) furniture.
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I’m usually a neutral girl so this flies against my norm.
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But it adds a nice pop of color and we’re pleased.
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