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The son of our previously in residence big buck seems to have taken over the old guy’s backyard territory.
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He’s a nice looking fellow and brings his herd of 8 to munch every night.
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Four does and four young’ uns jostle for bowl position while the big guy always claims his own.
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Yes.
I’m talking about you.
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After all my posts about Gulp, I should have known this was coming.
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The internet is a wonderful thing, but it’s also like a dog with a bone when it latches on to an idea.
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Blog about digestive issues?
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And the next thing you know you’re inundated with like minded information.
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Some of which I could have happily gone without knowing.
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Word of warning. Be careful when you write a blog about your acupuncture treatment.
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You never know who might drop by to comment.
The following photo is an advertisement I saw on my FB feed. At first glance I thought… no. That can’t be what I think it is..
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I was wrong.
It was exactly what I thought it was.. and now my only question is wtf?
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Wow.
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This one is going to be fun.
Trust me!
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It’s going to be hard to beat me for awful fashion trends, but please…. I beg you.
Try!
Acid washed jeans ruled in my day. And were made even more obnoxious by the fact that we wore them head to toe. Here I am sporting the required jean jacket ensemble while making friends with a crow.
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Not that bad you say? Then get a load of this…
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Me (on the right) and my future SIL wearing matching acid washed jean outfits, complete with multiple zippers. ( Yes, that’s a bottle of Tanqueray on the counter, gin and tonics may or may not have been consumed. Don’t judge. )
If most of my old high school photos hadn’t been destroyed in an attic leak 30 years ago, I would have flooded this post with personal pics instead of the following Google images. But let’s continue with the awful trends of my formative years.
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Track suits. Nothing I say can excuse them, the picture tells the tale.
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Jumpsuits. Preferably with hideous wide belts.
I’m ashamed to say this trend continued into my early married life as proven by this photo of me in France, wearing my Banana Republic flight suit with leopard print belt and beribboned hat.
Sigh.
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Anyone remember leg warmers?
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It was the 80’s. We were all feeling Jane Fonda’s burn.
So how about you? What horrible looks were you rocking in high school…
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Men? I’m going to give you a little free advice so listen carefully.
I believe I speak for all women when I say we don’t want this.
We don’t this for our birthdays. We don’t want this for our anniversaries. And we definitely don’t want this for Valentines Day.
Uh uh.
Nope.
No way.
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The fact that this abomination is listed as “low in stock” is proof positive men are basically clueless gift givers and will benefit enormously from reading my blog.
Please spread the word.
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We all know squirrels are dedicated acrobats, pilfering seed from feeders upside down and while hanging from one foot. But the other day I found myself being impressed with their balance.
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This little guy was sitting straight up… on a bent branch of our crabapple tree… in high wind.
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It was cold, and his little front feet were tucked in.
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But his back trotters were gripping for all they were worth.
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Bravo little guy.
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Is that your colon? Or are you just happy to see me…
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Hmm.
Miniature sewer scrubbers?
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Try to erase that mental image. I dare you.
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Rectal cleaning?
Jesus. That’s even worse than the Ball Wash ads.
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EneMan?
You mean to tell me there’s an anthropomorphic enema!
You know I had to find that picture.
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He’s perfect!
But not exactly cheap on eBay.
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I don’t think I will ever look at a grey squirrel the same way again.
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Seriously?
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Damn it.
Now every time I see one I’m going to be checking for missing testicles ….
And that’s just wrong.
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I’m not a big football fan, and since those dastardly 49ers ousted my beloved cheese in the playoffs… I really don’t care much about the Super Bowl this year. (Except for the commercials of course) But I dutifully watched the Bengals put my second choice Chief’s quarterback Patrick Mahones to sleep in the back half of last weekend’s game all the same. And as I gazed on that giant sea of red in Arrowhead stadium… it made me wonder what all those seats were raking in.
Behold – Ticketmaster’s prices for the game.
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Holy crap on a cracker!
It’s been a long time since I attended a professional football game, and from the look of those prices it seems that I won’t ever be going again.
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Felines are strange creatures.
Like this one who had a catnip pouch on his belly… but was too stoned to care.
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We’ve been having snow storms with really large flakes lately. The photo doesn’t do it justice.
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Now that’s a winter wonderland.
❤️
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I’m going to go out on a limb here…
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And say my house is absolutely complete without one.
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“Raccoon likes to wash and flowers”?
Okaaay….
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Quick!
Get yours taday.
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