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Out of nowhere my husband decided this section of gutter need to be replaced. And as usual, it didn’t go well.
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When my other half works? OSHA cringes…
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And my flowers die.
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All was well until they got to the downspout.
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It was crooked.
And leaking.
And kept coming apart.
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When they reached for the screws and caulk?
I had to go inside before my eyes rolled up so far in my head they wouldn’t come back down.
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Because we could all use a bit more of that these days.
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Maybe not, but it looks like a lot more fun.
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I’m confused. In my glory days my breasts looked nothing like a cow….
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And by now? My tolerance is pretty high.
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If he’s like me, it’s the fact that your sentence ends with a preposition.
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Remember when I asked if anyone in our town wanted some apples on Facebook a while back?
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And a nice woman with two children came over to harvest some of the bonanza?
Well, she left me a nice surprise in the mailbox the other day.
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A jar of homemade applesauce. And while that was thoughtful enough? The best part was this…
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Proof of awesomeness to show my husband. … because for some reason he never believes me when I tell him.
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Autumn is the traditional season of harvest. Pumpkins, apples, squash. But yours truly prefers the liquid version…
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Harvest Sangria!
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This drink is da bomb and I’m not ashamed to say I had three with lunch the other day.
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Looking out the extremely dirty window is some fall foliage on the river, an old mill and the historic bridge the town keeps trying to replace.
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Inside there was a calamari appetizer with orange hoisin sauce to share, a crab roll for me….
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And seafood scampi with scallops, shrimp and mussels for the hubs.
Life is good.
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I’ve eaten apples.
I’ve baked with apples.
I’ve given apples to friends, to neighbors, to a pig, to workers and to strangers.
The deer have eaten apples. The raccoons have eaten apples. Even the fox have eaten apples.
And yet…
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We’re still loaded with fruit. There was only one thing left to do.
Gather up enough to fill the trunk of our car and take them to a wildlife rehabilitation shelter in the neighboring town.
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Oh. My. God.
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I fell in love a dozen times over.
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And my heart broke a dozen times as well.
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Abused animals. Sick animals. Animals that had been hit with a car on purpose.
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How can people be so cruel.
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If you’ve ever looked into a porcupine’s eyes and heard his little squee ( it sounds just like a baby)…. you know what I’m talking about.
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More marshmallow please.
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Seeing these little guys chow down on our apples?
Almost brought me to tears.
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Dropping one more post in the line up today because it’s Halloween… and some of my friends are disturbed clever.
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Creepiest costume award goes to a woman the husband used to work with. She and her wife go all out for the holiday and seeing her dressed as Pennywise will probably give me nightmares for a week.
I hate clowns!
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In keeping with the Stephen King theme, another friend had a party… and the happy couple from the Shining showed up.
Food is always important…
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As is presentation.
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Here’s hoping your Halloween is equally as creepy creative.
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Harnassing up Lord Dudley Mountcatten and taking him for a walk has become a more frequent activity….
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But it certainly hasn’t gotten any easier.
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I spend most of my time standing still, watching him wait for a mouse.
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But the other day I managed to get him out front and headed toward the barn… until he saw it.
Do you see it?
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On closer inspection the reflection from my glass table seemed possessed…
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And His Lordship was having none of it.
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For those of you who haven’t seen the header image on my blog this month…
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Flying woodchuck witches seemed more than appropriate.
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Birds?
Yeah, we got ‘em.
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Flocks of hundreds of starlings that fly in and empty our bird feeders in record time.
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I’m guessing “Your nuts are in this box” is not a package most men expect to receive.
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Can you see the beautiful buck hidden behind the blueberry bushes?
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It seems Lord Dudley Mountcatten has had enough of the glorious fall foliage.
And finally, in honor of Halloween…
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I wish I’d seen this sooner.
It’s a holiday yard decoration I could totally get behind.
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Since Lord Dudley Mountcatten has shown surprising mouse hunting skills, I bought him a catnip replica to practice his moves.
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As you can see….
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He was not the least bit impressed.
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And judging from that look, nothing good is going to come from my mistake.
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No offense to any Latter Day Saints out there…
But what the hell?
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This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve read all week and I have to share.
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Soaking?
Jesus wept.
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Damn it, this is now the first thing I’m going to think of whenever I marinate meat for the grill.
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Jump humping.
If this is for real?
The Mormon God must be a special kind of stupid.
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