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I love our local Agway and the man who runs it. I go there regularly for bird seed, deer food and gardening supplies. And while the staff is always helpful and friendly… this week they were extra special.
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Best.
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Customer.
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Service…. ever!
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In a previous post I shared photos of the lamp my husband gave me for my birthday. And though I have no reasonable explanation why it should be so… that was not the first lamp I’ve received for the occasion.
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It started with this ridiculously expensive hand done reverse painted Fenton. It’s pretty, if a little froo froo for my taste.
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A few years later? Another froo froo reverse painted frosted glass lamp.
Did we require more bedroom lighting? No.
Did I have the heart to tell my husband I wasn’t overly thrilled with these floral ( and paisley! 😳 ) gifts? Again, no.
But somehow he got the hint and no girly lamps were given for at least 5 years. Because that was when he switched to stained glass.
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A definite improvement, but one must ask…
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How many lamps does one girl need?
And mind you, every time I receive one of these low level, don’t use a high wattage bulb or you’ll damage the shade! gifts I have to remove the existing enough light to read and not bump into furniture lamps. So basically, our home is a dimly lit cave.
Traverse at your own risk.
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God help me, this one looks like a giant fish scaled helmet.
I try to hide it behind a plant.
* Note to self – buy bigger plant. *
I’d like to tell you that’s all of them.
I really would.
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The end of another dreadful,WTF year is approaching and it’s time to look back.
Not on anything serious mind you, but rather….
This:
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What the inside of our storage barn looked like then…
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And what it looks like now.
Before…
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And after two years of nothing to do but stay home and try to avoid the global plague.
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While I’m the first to admit 2020 and 2021 have sucked the big root, they did afford us the time and energy (not to mention the tens of thousands of dollars we saved on travel) to transform our packed with useless crap storage space….
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Into the Barn Mahal/Man Cave Extraordinaire you see today.
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We won’t mention the fact that all the husband’s “treasure” has simply migrated upstairs and forms the same giant pile of crap, just on a higher level.
No.
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We shall instead marvel at the transformation..
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And pour ourselves a drink.
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Cheers!
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I was hoping not to continue this series. I really was….
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A perfectly valid question considering the source.
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Bats everywhere are taking offense.
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Well, turn about is fair play.
This last one isn’t at all humorous, but I’m including it anyway.
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You can catch Covid through a vagina.
Chuckle about that. I dare you.
😳
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There really are some horrible products for sale, and my Facebook algorithm is going to make sure I see each and every one of them.
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You think those flowers are pretty…. but they’re not your average blooms. Don’t believe me? Click on the pic and enlarge it, but be warned.
What is seen cannot be unseen.
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I was never tempted to give my mother the gift of mildly offensive genitalia, but hey. Whatever floats your boat.
Floral penises not tempting enough? I got your back.
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Literally in this case.
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I doubt ‘eating ass’ needed a new meaning, but there you have it.
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This year, we took that advice to heart.
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❤️
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Wishing all my blog friends near and far a very merry and magical Christmas.
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Yes, that’s a lobster trap Christmas tree.
I live in Maine. It’s required.
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And yes, that’s me.
Though I admit the photo is slightly out of date.
😉
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It’s Christmas Eve…
I say bring it!
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Now you’re talking.
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Covid.
It’s ruined so many things, not to mention lives.
Every time we make a plan, the virus rears its ugly head like a demonic Jack in the Box and shrieks, I don’t think so!
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Our Christmas gatherings were cancelled last year and I was okay with that. But this time around we’re fully vaccinated and boosted and were looking forward to a get together/dinner/celebration with family and friends. A hesitant return to normalcy…
I should have known that was too good to be true.
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I’d made Sangria. And had gathered all the fixings for crabmeat toastie appetizers and my special Cappuccino Mousse Trifle dessert… but now, it looks like that will be Christmas dinner for two because the host of the gathering called late last night to cancel. Her (unvaccinated) visiting daughter in law brought the gift of Covid (worst houseguest ever!) so now they’re all quarantining.
First our Thanksgiving plans was cancelled due to an outbreak, now Christmas.
This is seriously getting old.
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A friend of mine shared an experience recently and it made my heart swell. Not in the ‘omg I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much fettuccine Alfredo’ way … but in the ‘there are still good people in the world’ way.
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That’s her in front, leading a group of Christmas carolers on horseback. They were on their way to bring some holiday cheer to a local nursing facility and veterans home.
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Santa was there.
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And she said the smiles on the resident’s faces when they met the horses were priceless.
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Everyone got to pet a horse.
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Even the residents who couldn’t leave their rooms.
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I don’t own or even know how to ride a horse, but I’m tempted to ask if I can join them next year.
If nothing else, I can sing off key with the best of them.
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