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I’ve personally exploded a potato, a hard boiled egg and an eggplant. (Don’t ask) None of them were made one tiny bit better.
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A question for the ages.
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Cats rule.
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I think we can all agree if you invite a cat into your home and heart, they quickly turn your house into their kingdom and rule with an iron fist. While all cat owners know this, there’s now an artist who’s showing us world domination isn’t far behind.
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*Gulp*
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Catzilla?
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He’ll make mincemeat out of those puny Power Rangers! And then perhaps, a pie.
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This next photo explains a lot.
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Part 2 to follow..
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How odd.
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We had an odd sun reflection in our living room last week.
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Strange coincidence … or alien targeting technology?
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Time will tell.
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Martin, I immediately thought of you. But, blech! It’s still a giant no from where I’m sitting.
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A few of my friends might get this for Christmas. You know who you are… but what makes it odd is the label. ‘Nice Stuff For Mom’. I don’t know about you, but I never tipped back half a dozen martinis with my mother.
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And finally, anatomically correct beer glasses. While I can almost see the appeal of the female version…. the hourglass figure makes for a good grip… the male glass is more than a trifle disturbing.
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Things I like today.
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I like flipping through magazines and finding cocktail recipes.
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Mmm…. this sounds refreshing. Needless to say I shall be adjusting the required alcohol amounts. 3 tbsps of gin? Bitch, please.
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I like finding a decent cat food Lord Dudley Mountcatten will actually eat.
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Three ingredients, you can’t beat that.
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In other news, I like cheese.
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Tell me you haven’t felt the same way. Go ahead… I dare you.
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If you’ve never tried Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning products you really should. Their scents are marvelous. Basil, geranium, honeysuckle, bluebell and the latest… fresh mown grass. Ooh la la! If it wasn’t so soapy I swear I’d use it as perfume.
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And finally, I like Dudley’s laissez faire attitude when it comes to dining. If the human puts your dinner in front of you when you’re lying down? Why bother getting up….
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Need. More. Acreage!!!
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I came across these in Wal Mart’s garden section the other day….
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And my first thought was how did I not know you can grow cocktails?
My second thought was… I’m going to have to buy a rototiller.
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Play time with Hemingway.
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You never know when Lord Dudley Mountcatten will feel like playing. One minute he’s sound asleep on the couch while you’re watching Ken Burns’ documentary on Ernest Hemingway. The next?
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He’s nutty as a fruitcake and flinging his toys across the room.
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Maybe it was all the talk of Hemingway’s romantic entanglements that got him frisky. Ernest did love the ladies…
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Will the real bot please stand up…
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*Title is an archaic reference to a classic game show. Kudos if you know which one.*
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Oh, be quiet.
The point of this blog? WordPress followers. I know most of you probably don’t pay attention to your list, but I do and conduct daily removals of all businesses and bots. I don’t need car insurance, yoga pants, a kale soufflé recipe or a 5 step program to be a better me. This me is as good a me as I’m ever going to get. Someday someone will explain to me why so many of these people/machines feel the need to follow me over and over again.
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Dairy products? Perhaps she/it wants to hug a cow…
Furniture? Clearly someone/thing enjoyed my leather chair shopping saga.
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Same face, three different names and sites. Zap. Zap. Zap.
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And back she/it comes. No matter how many times I delete…
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The next day they’re back.
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So here’s my question.
What are they getting out of this? And why can’t they take the hint?
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Nice try with the alcohol Paula. At least you’re getting to know me better.
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Begging is an art form.
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Not much gets by Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Especially when my husband is snacking on some rotisserie chicken during a Red Sox game.
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There’s nothing subtle about his begging. If he was any closer, he’d be sitting on the plate.
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Even when given his own bowl of chicken, he’s fascinated with the carving process. It’s rather like having a feline gargoyle.
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Let’s play!
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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.
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I’ll get things rolling….
My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.
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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.
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Weird perfume review #2
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Perfume sample #2 from my box of sarcastic scents is Divin’ Enfant.
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Enfant is French for child, and after one whiff I’m betting Divin’ means divine… because that’s exactly what it is.
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Fabulous…. in a delightfully odd way. Crisp and light, with a spicy almost honeyed base and just a hint of baby powder. I don’t know who wrote the description, but I smell neither leather or cold tobacco.
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But I understand the angel demon reference. This scent is both sweet and sultry.
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I honestly don’t smell the orange or peach, more like a rich creamy vanilla…. but either way, the #2 sample is rich, multi layered, long lasting and getting a definite thumbs up from me.
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