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Our town’s Facebook page has made me realize what a slacker I am.
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Talk about reuse and recycle!
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This piece was so well received it will be traveling to New York State next month for an art exhibition.
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Gives new meaning to the phrase ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’.
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She’s back.
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And this time she brought reinforcements.
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She was running to and fro, across our deck, up and over the roof.
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Plotting her next invasion location.
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But the worst part?
Look….
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She’s trying to recruit the grey squirrels!
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I vote no.
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Annoying alliteration aside….
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The very idea of this is ridiculous.
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I’ve got news for you people… doggie doo is biodegradable. Let Fido poop under the elm tree. No septic tank required .
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You were hoping I would run out of these? No such luck…
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I’ll start –
Baby can I put my hair in your mouth?
Mildly disturbing… but not that funny. I’ll try again.
Baby can I put my baby in your car?
Even less funny. One more time –
Baby can I put my flowers in your closet?
Alright, my predictive text is predictably boring.
Your turn!
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It’s a shame chokecherries are bitter and nearly impossible to eat…
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Because our tree is just loaded with them this year.
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But speaking of eating…. when your neighbors start dumping tons of veggies on your doorstep because no one ever grows a few zucchini? Try this:
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Slice, dip in beaten egg, then Italian breadcrumbs, lightly fry in olive oil and serve with lemon herb aioli. Fabulous!
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In other news, the turkeys are still here and my husband is still chasing them.
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I’m laughing because he was about to lose his pants running after them. (Don’t tell him I posted this, I’d never hear the end of it.) And while I normally think the daily chasing is ridiculous as well as fruitless…. you’re not going to out stubborn a wild turkey …. those little bastards have eaten every single one of our blueberries this year. On all 7 bushes! And that means no blueberry pie, no blueberry coffee cake, no pancakes or muffins. Damn their feathered souls!
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I watched the White Sox beat the Yankees on the Field of Dreams the other night. (That’s Kevin Costner in the photo.) I’m an unapologetic sucker for that movie. Never been able to watch it without thinking of my father and crying like a baby.
If I’m ever in Iowa? I am damn sure going to Dyersville and walking through that corn.
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I want to stay mad at them.
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But when they’re this damn cute?
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It’s hard.
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They’re leaving my flowers alone for now.
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And seem to be satisfied stealing the deer apples.
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Cute little buggers.
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I saw this the other day and was sorely tempted.
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I totally need cherry tomato toting ants.
In other local news….
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Such a neighborly thing to do.
And lately a dip in the pool has been sounding wonderful with temps being hot, hot, hot.
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Of course this is Maine, so while it felt like 104 one morning…
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Two days later it felt like 45.
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I replanted my left over garden bed with geraniums after the baby woodchucks ate all the petunias.
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But not before the little bastards darlings chewed all the leaves off my gay feather.
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At least they left the blooms this time.
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Now I’m wondering what an appropriate beef jerky card message would be.
I wanna hold your ham?
Nice to meat you?
Don’t go bacon my heart.
I have a t-bone to pick with you?
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I certainly don’t, but maybe some of you might…
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Who’s going to order these? Fess up, I know someone will.
But please, don’t post pictures.
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I love a good roast beef sandwich as much as the next girl…. but soaking in beef juice bubbles? Hard pass.
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I don’t wish I could wear those outside. Nope. Not one little bit.
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If you’re that one friend? Please unfollow me immediately.
*gag*
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Well, not really… but it seemed like a better title than ‘Glass Full of Foam’.
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Yes, we let the keg sit still overnight. And yes, we had the kegerator set to the proper temperature… but we were still getting full glasses of foam. The only thing left to do was adjust the CO2 flow, you know…. the thing I kept telling my husband we had to do even though he said we absolutely positively didn’t have to.
So I did what any self respecting beer drinker would do…. I sent him to the house on an errand, then made the adjustment myself.
Viola!
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The perfect glass of beer. ( And yes, the placement of my “At Last” prohibition glass from the FDR museum in Hyde Park was most definitely on purpose )
Did you know fruit flies are attracted to beer taps? I didn’t either, but who can blame them.
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The solution? Plug the tap when not in use. And if you want to put your womanly mark on the man cave? Do it with a pink wine bottle stopper.
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That way it will match the pink bell and pink cocktail napkins already on the bar.
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Next up was the shorty tap handle I ordered from Allagash.
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I’ve been told I can pick something for myself for the second keg. Hmm…
My favorite amber ale? That luscious chocolate cherry sour? Or maybe a nice hard cider?
Decisions, decisions.
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But sometimes it makes me laugh.
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And here I didn’t even know my vulva wanted a spa day.
A lot of the comments were negative.
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But then there was this one… and I’m dying.
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Ball wash!
Guess I’m not the only one getting those annoying ads.
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