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Waking up to pure, pristine snow cover is a beautiful thing.
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Though it doesn’t happen often around here.
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If you need an answer to the question ‘did the deer come last night?’ … all you have to do is look.
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Stealthy visitors they’re not.
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And just because it’s lovely? Snow fog on the neighbor’s farm.
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Because the critters deserve equal time.
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I don’t know about you, but I could name a few people whose relentless sex drive gets them in trouble as well.
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Proof positive governments will tax anything and everything.
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“Permanent physical fusion”? Imagine if that had happened to you on that blind date back in the ‘90’s?
Oh, the horror.
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A parasite that doesn’t grow a pair of balls until after he’s attached to you?
I think we’ve all dated that guy at one time or another.
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Sweatpants.
Designed for athletic activity, lounging at home and … well, sweating.
While yours truly hasn’t worn a pair since the fiery heat of menopause started steering the Good Ship River, I know fancy trimmed sets are coming back in style and being worn in places other than the gym and your couch.
So if you’re wondering what one carries when strutting their stuff in fleecy finery?
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The answer seems to be a $38,450 purse.
While I suppose it’s true price is relative to income… my $200 Micheal Kors handbag might seem outrageous to some… I’m thinking shrugging the equivalent of a new car on my shoulder might give me pause no matter what my W-2 says.
Thinking that was an utterly ridiculous sum to pay for a handbag I did a little research and found some bargains.
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Used for under $25,000?
What a deal.
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(Alright, it’s time for the disturbing image I promised. Consider this your warning. It’s perfectly alright if you stop reading now to save yourself the visual trauma.
Still here?
This image might be seared onto your retinas for days and I don’t want any whining or complaining that I sprung it on you unannounced.
Please have your eye bleach ready… you’re going to need it.
Okay.
If you’re still with me, the horror is on you.
When I compose a blog with only a few pictures I usually search Google Images for a funny related photo to set as the featured image. For this post I keyed in the word ‘sweatpants meme’ and I have to say… I was surprised at the penis-centric results that popped up. (Pun intended) I kept scrolling, looking for something G rated…. but found the following cartoon abomination first.
In keeping with the tradition if I have to see it, so do you…
( This is your last chance to run )
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Yeah.
I can hear you screaming from here.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Let me preface this post by saying I never win anything.
Ever. In my entire life.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nothing.
No stuffed animals at the county fair, no raffle ticket prizes, no free sandwiches at Subway (which is something to be thankful for when you think about it) Really… I don’t win anything. Ever. I may lead a charmed life but when it comes to contests, forget about it. I’m the black hole of doom when it comes to luck.
So when I downloaded the Goodreads app a while back and started getting emails about book giveaways, I thought sure…. I’ll enter but I won’t win. I never do.
Until I did.
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In the scheme of things it’s no big deal. Publishers give away free copies of new books to get feedback all the time.
But. I. Won. Something!
And my free book came in the mail yesterday.
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Me!
It would not surprise me to know the Devil is currently installing central air and handing out Popsicles.
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I saw something in the news recently that made me do a double take.
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And it made me wonder if flamingos are now an official NASA unit of measurement.
If so,..
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Nothing to be scared of there.
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Because tax time is coming and I could really use a pot of gold.
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As seen at a local Maine library.
Maybe I should attend the class and build a trap. I’m sure Lord Dudley would love chasing a Leprechaun around the house…
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More cute cat photos just because I can.
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As we’ve previously established Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a surplus of toys, most of which he doesn’t play with. But he does have a few favorites he flings around the living room.
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He runs up and down the halls, through the kitchen, around the den, bouncing out of the office and back across the furniture in a burst of frenzied energy…
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Until he runs out of steam.
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I feel you Dudley.
I really do.
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You know the drill.
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While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.
I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.
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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.
The song that makes me cry every time?
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How about you?
What tune always makes your eyes leak?
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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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I am an extremely happy camper and the reason is beer.
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We’ve found a delightful new brewery that doesn’t overload their brew with hops, hence the title.
The latest trend in Maine microbrews is IPA’s. Hoppy, bitter, double and triple IPA’s… which is fine, unless you’re me and don’t like them. I can’t tell you how many tasting rooms we’ve visited where every single beer on tap is hop forward.
Enter Olive Pit Brewing… a small, dog friendly, woman owned operation whose main goal is offering creative options.
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I should have flipped that over and photographed the other side… but I was too busy sampling. Please note there was a margarita inspired beer. Be still my heart.
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Yes, both those flights were mine. Don’t judge… variety is the spice of life.
And if you noticed the flight boards are dog bones?
There’s a reason.
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Meet Olive, the inspiration. A rescue dog the owners adopted from down south, Olive became seriously ill shortly after moving to Maine… but $25,000 later ( no, I’m not exaggerating ) she’s a well loved and happy pup.
So the brewery welcomes dogs, inside and out. Dogs and beer. What’s not to love?
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Did I mention there are beer cocktails?
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You know I had to try that!
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Weird, but quite tasty. And perfect for our one friend who doesn’t like beer but agreed to come because she’s a good sport.
We had a great time and definitely plan on going back.
Swag? Of course I had to buy some.
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Forest green t shirt…
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With appropriate tagline on the back.
They don’t bite because they’re not hoppy.
They don’t bite because the dogs are friendly.
And after tasting every single brew they offered? I can attest to the fact their product most definitely doesn’t bite taste wise either.
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A few glasses for the Barn Mahal bar.
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