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De-Christmasing.

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Since I hadn’t heavily decorated the inside of our house for the holidays in a few years… I’d forgotten what a time sucking nightmare it was to put everything away.

Three days after I started…

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With help from Lord Dudley Mountcatten…. I was done.

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And after buying a fresh cut ( I use that term loosely) tree from a roadside stand instead of cutting our own as we usually do, I’m seriously cursing needle drop again.

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While I do love a real Christmas tree…

( Note the lack of snow and abundance of green grass in our yard. In Maine. In January! 😠 )

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I do not love clogging up my vacuum with 20lbs of dry needle droppings. Though I have to admit, it does smell wonderful.

How about you?

Are you de-Christmased yet?

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It’s official, I’ve seen everything now.

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As you know, I do not camp. While I love spending time in the great outdoors… my idea of roughing it is a condo with one bathroom. That being said, I can’t honestly say I’ve given much thought to the logistics of answering the call of nature in the wild.

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But clearly someone has.

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Aren’t you glad I share these treasures?

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The Crap Strap.

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Can’t say this fellow looked too enthused, but then I wouldn’t want to be photographed in that position either.

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Meanwhile, in the basement…

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Plywood and insulation are showing up at our house on a daily basis.

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Have you priced plywood and insulation lately? It’s enough to make Bob Villa hang up his hammer.

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But the husband is still determined to install a ceiling and insulate a room that has no heat because he’s bored in retirement.

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I can see no reason for this project.

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Nor any rhyme to his framing technique. What the…. what?

But he’s downstairs all day, every day covering everything in sawdust and making a racket and a mess in the one section of basement that was previously neat and organized. (Read – mine.)

While the rest of the cellar (read – his) still looks like this:

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It’s all about priorities.

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Because His Lordship gets what His Lordship wants.

I often wonder how Lord Dudley Mountcatten manages to looks pudgy when the silly cat actually eats very little. Maybe half a Fancy Feast tin in the morning and another half at night… on a good day. Sometimes he just turns his nose up and walks away.

He won’t eat fish, or treats, or any human food. He won’t eat anything sliced, diced or shredded. The husband laughs at my attempts to stimulate his Royal highness’s appetite… and it’s not uncommon to see me following the little bugger around the house at mealtime with a bowl of food and a spoon. ( the cat, not the husband )

So when Lord Dudley recently expressed an interest in being fed on the laundry room windowsill?

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His loyal minion obeyed and fed him on the laundry room windowsill.

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Dinner with a view, you can’t blame him. And I’d already covered the dryer with a soft towel for his comfort… so why not?

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Well, that wasn’t necessary.

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No. Not spoiled at all…

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News you can’t use.

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Think of me as the anti Walter Cronkite.

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And I thought I had trouble finding shoes because of a bunion. Damn!

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Nothing says down to earth Royal like a couple of hens.

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Proof positive there is such a thing as too much tech.

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Do I need to feel like I’m competitive skiing while voiding my bowels? No. I do not…

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Sorry night owls, you’ll have to get up with us early birds if you want to top our Trivial Pursuit scores.

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Things I saw today.

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I woke up this morning to one very relaxed cat.

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Went to a craft show where I didn’t buy anything but did have a few laughs.

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Lunch?

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It came with a flight of margaritas. Blood orange cranberry, traditional and passion fruit.

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It’s $500 more for the W.

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I’m not sure how I rated $2,035 change from a twenty dollar bill,… must be that new math. Sadly I was unsuccessful in procuring the change, no matter how many times I argued computers are never wrong.

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Packing For Mars… part four.

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Before humans went to space, there were chimps. And not all of them were lovable.

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With a name like Enos, it was inevitable.

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Naked space travel. Who knew?

And if that’s not enough of a mental image for you, here’s a paragraph about the horrors of elimination while floating above our planet.

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The fact that there are slews of researchers and scientists being paid the big bucks to design high tech Pampers makes me chortle.

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No gravity means no showers. That would be it for me.. sayonara NASA.

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Nope. No way. Not this chick.

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Some disturbing facts to start your New Year off right, or more likely… wrong.

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You may thank me or curse me for sharing these tidbits. Only time will tell.

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Damn. My husband is bored with retirement… but if he starts eyeing the fleshy part of my upper arm and licking his lips? I’m outta here.

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It’s bad enough everyone else is talking behind my back on Facebook, but now the robots are doing it in their own language? Geesh.

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There’s a bit of trivia you can use to impress your lumberjack friends.

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No. Thank. You!

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Vampire butterflies.

You heard it here first.

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Out with the old, in with the why did we need new?

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As reported, I was gifted with kitchen appliances this Christmas.

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Though we didn’t need new…

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These perfectly functioning (not really) old machines are now destined for donation.

Though I’ve repeatedly (you’d think 38 years of repetition would be enough) told my husband appliances are not a desired gift, I receive them on a regular basis.

And because my spouse loves to buy overpriced gadgets that savvy saleswomen tell him will change our lives…. this year there was a deluxe Breville microwave with self closing door. ( That I keep slamming shut out of habit and will probably break.)

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I never cook in a microwave, just reheat… so this was a tad over the top.

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But won’t that shiny stainless steel interior be fun to keep clean?

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And then?

There was the toaster to end all toasters.

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We be fancy now.

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