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Because a celebratory beer was in order.

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The new deck has been finished and the final few boards have been put into place.

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We are pleased.

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And since our contractor finished this project late Saturday afternoon, we invited him out to the man cave / Barn Mahal for some liquid refreshment.

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I tried #3 of the 4 from the Wisconsin batch our neighbor gifted me when I cat sat. It was a cherry pomegranate sour from a brewery called 3 Sheeps. A nice combination of subtle pucker and fruit. Plus… it was pink. Who doesn’t love that in a beer?

After the first beer, the pool playing commenced.

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And as they played, I drank…

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Though my second round was a truly revolting way to end the Wisconsin craft brewery tour. A limp, bland completely uninteresting sour made with unripened grapes from a company called Bevy. If you live in Wisconsin, don’t bother with this one.

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No new visitor to the man cave escapes without playing Name That Tool, so even though it was 9:00pm and he was ready to leave… the game began.

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Our contractor did well, guessing four out of six. To date no one has named them all.

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News you can’t use.

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All the news that’s not fit to print… but you know I will anyway.

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Sorry, if I had to see it… so do you.

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Gee, no. I can’t imagine that happening. You mean a programmed robotic fiancé who agrees with everything you say and finds your belching the National anthem charming isn’t realistic?

Who knew.

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Can you imagine living next to that Pepto Bismol monstrosity? I’d vomit on principle alone.

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Here’s a simple way… don’t buy them.

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For a society that always screams about invasion of privacy we’re pretty willing to hand over all our information.

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Be careful what you say in front of Teddy.

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I remember when quality meant something.

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One of our favorite watering holes has been disappointing us lately.

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Not with the cocktails, they’re still perfect… as this fresh blueberry mojito demonstrates. But the food, which is more than a tad overpriced, has been letting us down on a regular basis and that’s sad.

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This is a seared scallop on vegetable risotto dish I’ve always adored. And while it looks lovely, the risotto crunched… which it definitely shouldn’t do.

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This massive portion of mashed potatoes the husband was served with his salmon arrived stone cold. But when he complained and asked them to reheat them? They brought him another large portion of cold potato. Eating out with my husband should require a travel size blow torch because nothing is ever hot enough. Even when he asks the waitress to make doubly sure it’s steaming.

The final nail in the proverbial food coffin? I ordered a Bananas Foster cake for dessert.

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And it didn’t have any bananas!

WTH?

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Random bits.

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I’ve always loved bugs and insects, the bigger and weirder the better. My father used to swear he found a new variety in the garden every year and I believe it’s true. Their diversity is amazing.

That being said, you know I was thrilled when I found this little beauty in my flower bed the other day.

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Now that’s a spider!

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Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this product’s Amazon pricing?

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I think we’re down to four woodchucks now.

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I haven’t seen six together for quite a while so I’m guessing momma finally booted some of their big butts out of the burrow.

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Damn.

I wish they’d had these when I was young and in love with dinosaurs.

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Up close and personal.

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The other day my husband went to the woodshed to pull out his garden cart and came back in the house shortly after.

“I think one of your woodchucks is hurt” he said.

That made me drop what I was doing and rush out back to find this:

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Junior, momma chuck’s full grown offspring from last year.. the one who never left the nest, was wedged in between the cart, some wood and a few landscaping bricks.

Or was he?

I knelt down, spoke softly and determined he wasn’t stuck… just scared.

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We backed off, hid around the corner and waited for 10 minutes but he wouldn’t move.

Wanting to get on with his chores the husband slowly pulled the cart out of the shed and bam!

Junior was off like a shot to hide under the deck.

Not hurt, just antisocial.

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Let’s play.

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Because laughter is good for your health, that’s why.

Finish this sentence…

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Well aged and from Scotland.

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Smokey, firm and full bodied.

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Able to leave me breathless.

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Feel free to change men to women… and tell me how you like your whiskey.

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Crying… and laughing at the same time.

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It’s fallen to me to gather old photos of my husband’s late sister for her celebration of life.

Her daughter is still having a hard time…so the get together will be small, informal, and at her home. I’m going to set up a table of remembrance with flowers, this plaque…

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A guest book where people can share memories…

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A flameless candle…

And a large digital frame filled with pictures that will play continuously like a slideshow.

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It’s been bittersweet collecting and uploading the photographs.

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Life.

It’s fleeting…

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And over far too soon.

I shed quite a few tears looking at the 160 pictures I’ve pulled together, but every once in a while I’d smile. Like when I found this old family portrait proof of my husband and his 8 brother and sisters. (Hint- he’s the one in uniform. Top left.)

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And sometimes I even laughed.

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That’s my husband, standing behind his late sister on the right. The couple with them had just gotten married and I think he was the best man.

I may have to print one of these for framing.

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