I just bought the two ingredients and will report back if it’s truly magical.
Have you ever laughed at your spouse/significant other for being horticulturally challenged? I did the other day when we visited a friend and my husband asked if I had any of these bushy plants in our garden.
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Uh, no… but it is legal here now.
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Remember the photos I posted of that fantastic sunset we had before the recent hurricane? Take note of the giant ice cream cone trash can on the left and read the town’s FB page the day after the storm
As you know we have a beautifully smooth new driveway. It’s dark black and lovely… as it should be for $20,000… but I think we were making the road in front of our house look bad.
That’s the only explanation I can come up with for this..
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A paving crew….
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Redoing a ten mile stretch of road to match our driveway.
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This pleases the color coordinator in me greatly.
Our vehicles suspensions are saying thank you as well since Maine pot holes are epic and can swallow you whole.
As can our hideous new ditch shown here with uncoordinated grass.
Well damn. That blows the veracity of every cartoon I watched as a kid right out of the water.
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Okay, that’s a pretty handy tip if it works…. but am I the only one who substituted the word kindling for kindle every time they read it? Kindling is a noun, kindle is a verb. Unless they plan on setting their ereaders on fire… this is grammatically incorrect.
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You know I’m going to try this, but since everyone’s hands are different sizes I may have more daylight left than you. Neener neener.
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Yes. Because everyone has a termite mound in their backyard …
What’s that old saying? You never know what you miss till it’s gone….
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WTH Canada? I thought you were our nice neighbors to the north.
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Just… wow. More vomit bags is not suitable compensation. Nope. Uh uh.
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Yes. It’s not because I’m lazy and don’t want to tackle that mountain of laundry. It’s genetic.
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I have a lot of ideas on this topic. Too much screen time, junk television, the quality of our leadership, social media … but turns out it’s just collective intelligence. We don’t need to know everything, we can just ask someone else.
While His Lordship has fully embraced the temporary plastic room our repair project requires, he has been less than pleased with furniture being moved around and the disruption to his sleeping schedule.
The living room footstool has long been a favorite afternoon napping spot, and though it’s taken a while… Lord Dudley Mountcatten has adapted.
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Upside down and on top of a couch?
No problem.
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He even brought his catnip mice for company.
Of course having the couches up against the kitchen wall comes with it’s own challenges…
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As I discovered the other day when I was reading in the living room and heard slurping. Following the noise, I found His Lordship licking two prime filet mignons I was thawing on the counter. He could do this thanks to the back of a couch being perfectly aligned with the kitchen wall opening.
Scolding and chasing him off seems to have had no effect judging from his interest in my soon to be creamy chicken and wild rice soup.
I had to laugh at my Facebook page’s memory section today.
It was a post I had written after I had my full abdominal hysterectomy in 2015. And though I’m laughing now it was anything but funny at the time.
For those of you who have been through it, laugh along with me.
For those of you who might have it in your future, I’m sorry.
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The 5 things you learn after abdominal surgery… whether you want to or not:
Seatbelts are not your friend. They are medieval torture devices designed to make you gasp in pain everytime they tighten over your midsection.
You will have hairy legs for the first week following surgery. The resulting pain from bending over to shave them is not worth it… trust me on this.
Those awful grey stretch pants you previously never went out of the house in are now your go to outfit for the rare excursions you take to town. The mere thought of stuffing your swollen muffin top belly into anything tighter makes you break out in hives.
You become adept at picking up things with your feet, rather like a chimpanzee. Who knew you were so talented?
You anxiously await the day you can once again mow the lawn, stay up past 8:00pm and sleep on your stomach without cringing. (Okay, maybe not having to mow the lawn hasn’t been that awful, but you know what I mean.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.