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Our farming neighbors across the street are awesome people. Honest, hard working, nature loving, alternative lifestyle vegetarians who raise their kids the old fashioned way… no tv, no cell phones, just plenty of love and imagination. As witnessed by this letter and treasure map they mailed to the two little boys who live down the road.
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Now how fun is that?
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And damned if she doesn’t look like she just gave birth.
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We’ve sealed up every hole we could find, but that won’t stop her.
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She’ll just chew through another wall.
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How can something so small can be so destructive?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her from the window and was very interested.
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Which might be just the incentive I need to allow him to go outside.
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I saw this article the other day and it was like a train wreck. You know you shouldn’t look… but you can’t help yourself.
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Yes, a fatberg.
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A half a mile long fatberg to be exact.
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I’m sorry, but who in their right mind flushes fat down the toilet!
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See? Fatberg…. it’s a word. And I’m totally using it the next time we play Scrabble.
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The London museum has a fatberg exhibit?
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Of course they do.
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I was looking forward to trying this particular scent as it’s one of the company’s best sellers.
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And as usual, the reviews/comments made me chuckle.
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But when I sprayed a little on my arm… I almost choked. The first undertones to hit my nose? A bizarre combination of moldy books, burnt plastic and powdered sugar. Imagine a bakery in an abandoned industrial warehouse. Donuts infused with hot welding shards and burnt rubber. Yes, it was that bad.
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It definitely smelled metallic, like a vanilla drive shaft.
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Mix in some dried grass (vetyver) and a touch of gum resin (opoponax) and the result was downright disgusting. I can honestly say I’ve never washed a perfume off my body before… but I couldn’t stand more than 10 minutes of this one before I attacked my arm with a soapy loofah.
If I didn’t know better I’d say this scent was meant as a gag gift. With the emphasis on gag. 🤢
Self respecting fat electricians around the globe should be insulted.
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Thrift store shopping is always an adventure. And while it’s true you have to sort through a lot of trash, sometimes you find a treasure. My girlfriend and I used to make monthly pilgrimages to various shops and believe me when I say we have found some seriously odd things. So when I came across this article about the strange things Goodwill employees find, I knew I had to share.
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A suitcase full of dildos? Well, I suppose you could repurpose them like this woman did.
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Yikes. I don’t imagine the kangaroo was too happy about that.
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Damn. I wondered why I couldn’t find mine.
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Is it me? Or are you noticing the distinct trend toward the penile at Goodwill..
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They’re probably right. But it wouldn’t have been me.
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Last year we had a mother woodchuck and five babies.
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So far this year I’ve only seen one. One with what appears to be ripped abs…
A woodchuck 6 pack. Who knew?
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He (she?) seemed to know exactly where the buffet was laid….
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So maybe this is last year’s baby all grown up.
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If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know I love cheese. And soft ripened French cheese? Ooh la la!
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But Camembert cheese potato chips? Be still my artery clogged heart!
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If not for the fact that these are probably laden with chemicals and enough sugar to sweeten a lemon grove…. they might be fun.
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Wow. This has got to win the ugliest lamp ever award.
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And disappointingly, just when I was thinking of ordering one as a gag gift…. I read a bunch of comments saying it was fake.
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I love steampunk, but judging from the price on their website I’m guessing they’re right.
Damn. It might have looked great on the bar.
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A friend of ours crossed something off her bucket list recently…. and while I was happy she was fulfilling a lifelong dream, I did make one small request.
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Take pictures of the hats!
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Because when you go to the Kentucky Derby? There are lots of fabulous hats. Sadly my friend had a few too many mint juleps and only shared three hat photos. (Bad friend. Bad!)
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But at least the last one was a doozy.
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Pardon me while I snicker and include an anti-Brady Derby pic as well.
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Our town is celebrating its 250th anniversary this year and our little old ladies have been feverishly working on a quilt to commemorate the occasion.
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Everyone is choosing a local landmark and some of them are quite nice.
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I can barely sew a button and have been known to super glue dress hems, so I fully appreciate the work that goes into these squares.
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Even if some of the landmarks look a trifle… crooked.
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How cute is that!
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Our general store was opened in 1904 and though it’s changed owners multiple times, and almost gone under twice…. our town rallies behind it and keeps the doors open. Small business and small towns. You can’t beat them!
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If you’re getting sick of cat photos? Please feel free to skip this post, I won’t be offended.
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Though I can’t speak for his Lordship. He does enjoy being worshipped…
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He’s also obsessed with something new. Hummingbirds. They love the flowering quince bush and dart in and out all day… much to Dudley’s chagrin.
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The great outdoors is like a free streaming service for cats.
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And when the birds land in the bushes next to the house? He’s a riveted viewer. How obsessed is he?
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So obsessed he misses meals.
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And no, he’s not at all spoiled. What makes you think that…?
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