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Let’s Play.

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Warning:

This might be a little off color for some. ( But damn, I laughed!)

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See?

Off color.

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Admit it. You pictured one too….

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And who can blame her?

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Wow, indeed.

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My male readers are cringing right now.

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I tend to agree. That was an award worthy entry.

And because you know I have to, here are my contributions:

The Wizard of Foreskin. ( Bet Dorothy didn’t see that coming )

The Best Years of Our Foreskin. ( Is there an expiration date? )

Star Wars Episode V – The Foreskin Strikes Back. ( When your light saber is on the fritz )

Snow White and the Seven Foreskins. ( Now there’s a mental image no one needs )

(With apologies to Jimmy Stewart) It’s a Wonderful Foreskin.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Foreskin. ( I’m doubting they see much sunshine )

No Country for Old Foreskin ( We are a youth based society )

All the President’s Foreskin ( I refuse to comment on that one! )

Night of the Living Foreskin ( Nice to see some zombie parts are still operational )

Rebel Without a Foreskin ( Sorry James )

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Foreskin ( Golden ticket my ass )

I’m afraid to say I could go on like that forever. It’s addicting.

But it’s your turn. Please add to the list.

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This is not a trend I want to encourage.

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Halloween is coming and the holiday themed products are popping up everywhere. While most of them are harmless, I did run across one that made me shiver.

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Uh….. what?

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I’m not sure eating their owner’s body parts is the type of behavior we should be encouraging in our cats.

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Lord Dudley is already pissed we strap him into a harness…. I don’t need him getting any ideas.

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Pandemic humor

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Because I’m still trying to laugh.

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Funny, but true.

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For those of you who need pictorial directions.

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Brilliant idea. Wish they would do that.

And I know it’s too early for Christmas…. ( Yes people, it’s too damned early! Shove that elf back in the closet. Or better yet, burn it. I hate that little bastard. ) but I may need to buy this ornament.

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I love my town.

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You never know what’s going to turn up on my little town’s Facebook page. It could be relevant community news….

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Or not.

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Our UPS guy totally rocks. He leaves dog biscuits for all the canine residents whether they’re barking at him or not.

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See? You can’t even give that stuff away.

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If there are synchronized dancing peppers wearing sombreros? I’m totally going next week.

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Random River drivel.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten sleeps in some odd positions.

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I look, and think he must be uncomfortable… but the wee beast sleeps like that 19 hours a day so I must be mistaken.

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Have you ever tried a recipe and had your hopes for decadent dessert deliciousness dashed?

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That’s what happened when I found a recipe for caramel banana upside down cake. I painstakingly followed the directions… and while it looked and smelled wonderful?

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It was a banana topped brick. I swear I could have used it as a doorstop… or to bash in someone’s head. The husband and I took one bite a piece and heaved it in the trash.

Tres disappointing.

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But I passed this woodpile later in the day…

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And had to smile.

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Be sure to ask for an extra stabby grabby the next time you go out to eat…. and think of me.

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And we’re (not) walking.

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Lord Dudley was looking stylish as we headed outside to walk.

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And by walk, of course I mean sit.

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My attempts to get his Lordship up and on his feet were not well received.

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After some futile tugging and a bit of cajoling, I did manage to get the little bugger moving…

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But only as far as the deck, where he immediately plopped down under a chair.

Walking the cat….

It’s a process.

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Sebasco Resort, Phippsburg, Maine

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Consisting of 450 oceanfront acres , there are ample opportunities for strolling.

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The resort itself spreads out in various areas with various types of buildings… and gives you a feeling of stepping back in time.

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Individual cottages straight out the 1950’s are across the road from modern condos.

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And everywhere you look there’s something photo worthy.

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The rugged Maine coast is on full display. No wide sandy beaches in this neck of the woods.

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The resort has their own cruise boat and offers scenic tours of the area.

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And naturally my husband had to strike up an hour long conversation with the boat’s captain.

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Ever spent the night in a lighthouse inspired suite? You can here.

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And it’s right across from a moonlit dancing lobster. What more could you want?

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Low tide.

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Another cottage.

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The cove.

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Ahhh…. Maine.

It never fails to lower my blood pressure.

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Let’s play.

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Interesting. The 6th picture on my phone takes us back to July of 2013 when the husband rescued a baby robin from the middle of our road.

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He lived with us for almost a month and we named him Little Cheeper. As you can see he was also a little pooper.

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He was a sweet little guy and I fattened him up with worms, canned dogged food and fruit. I hand trained him, and before long he was flying all over the house.

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It was tempting to keep him as a pet…

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But in the end I couldn’t, and we let him fly free in our backyard.

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But back to the game…

Little Cheeper killing me?

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Nah, I’m not buying it.

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