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More snippets from my new favorite book.
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You’re welcome.
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Well that gives new meaning to Celine Dion’s Titanic song doesn’t it….
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No doubt!
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I do love a catchy chapter title.
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And finally….
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If a hot poker up the rear passage doesn’t raise you from the dead? Nothing will.
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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?
There’s kitty ice cream.
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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…
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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.
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Oh, if looks could kill.
Quick, get him some feline wine.
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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.
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Is that just me…?
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My booze moose came in the mail Saturday.
And I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a puzzle .
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This is the type of thing that makes the spatial reasoning challenged among us break into a cold sweat.
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Oh! The horror.
But I wanted to surprise the husband so I dove right in….
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And soon, a boozy moose appeared.
Was I disappointed in the lack of decent beer portrayed? Yes.
Busch Light and Coors Light will never pass our beer fridge’s portals.
Nope. Never. Not happening.
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I’ve determined the best place to hang him is on the big barn doors that are no longer doors. The husband’s warped antique mirror will have to be relocated…
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And his English pub ring toss game might be an issue.
Because while the booze moose is fun, it’s not what you would call solidly constructed. One errant ring toss could ruin him.
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This will require deep thought, so for now…..
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He’s just bellying up to the bar.
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Naming a new pet isn’t a difficult process, at least for me.
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I’ve always been able to spend a little time with them and discover their rightful names. Like Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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It just came to me, and to be honest, I think it suits him perfectly.
My husband disagrees. And of all the pets we’ve ever had, this is the one name he refuses to use.
Does the Royal title put him off? Perhaps.
Is it too much of a mouthful? Maybe.
But as I keep telling him, it could have been worse.
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Or not.
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Though you have to admit, they could come in handy.
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No. No one needs that.
And the rest of us don’t need to see it.
Ever.
Trust me on this.
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Personally, I’d love to see one of these on every dining table in America. Remember when we had actual conversations during meals ? Hard to believe, but yes…. we did it face to face, not screen to screen.
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What the…
What?
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My state has a vaccination rate of 80% for eligible citizens for which I am quite grateful.
I do however, relate to good ole Mona a little more than I did in the past.
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Global plagues are Hell on the waistline.
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And it won’t be that far from the truth.
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Amen to that.
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And can we really blame them?
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In Vino Veritas.
In wine there is truth.
And since the nectar of the gods is now available for our feline friends, I expect Lord Dudley Mountcatten will be giving me an earful.
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Purrgundy.
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Strange? Yes. But at $4.99 a bottle, it’s a lot cheaper than what I’m drinking.
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Because I like to share the joy with friends at the holidays…
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If that doesn’t have them oohing and ahhing at the Thanksgiving table, nothing will.
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A grilled cheese recipe book? Please.
It’s bread, a slice of cheese and melted butter. Even my culinary challenged husband can do that. No book required.
And if you thought that was bad?
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Just… no.
My late MIL was the Queen of Spam.
Spamloaf. Spam Mac and cheese. Spam and eggs. Spamgetthi. Her kitchen was a gag worthy cornucopia of Spam. You never knew where it would turn up next.
The fact that this monstrosity of meat still exists makes my stomach tremble in horror.
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Who’s Pete? And why are we always calling him out…
Never mind. I’m actually here to gripe about my phone’s autocorrect.
Because in the past month, every time I type for it gets changed to fur.
Every. Single. Time.
Don’t get me wrong, predictive text rocks. And I’ve trained mine to spit out Mountcatten when it isn’t even a word.
But I don’t text about fur.
I don’t email about fur.
I don’t blog about fur.
(Which ironically, now that I want to… keeps changing to fir.)
So WTH?
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If you and your sweetie are looking for something oh so precious to wear for Thanksgiving this year?
Look no further.
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Now isn’t that just special?
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My attempts to channel a porcupine acupuncture treatments continue, and though my improvement seems to have slowed, it can still get colorful.
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Do you have a cat that chases the sun from room to room?
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We do.
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And last but most assuredly least, the newest treasure my crazy FB algorithm has dropped on my feed.
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I’m not sure what disturbs me more… the Funk No moniker, or the free floating disembodied nostrils.
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Well yes, there’s that as well.
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