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Warm sunshine, my marriage, a full bar in our barn, bacon… and this.
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Not the coochie deodorant ad that keeps showing up on my FB feed, no. But the fact that they can’t show the myriad of locations it can be used.
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It’s official…. I’ve seen everything now.
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Apologies to my male readers, but this really needs to be shared.
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Kegel exercises have now gone digital.
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Yes, you read that correctly.
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Video games for your pelvic floor. And thanks to me, you’ll never look at a joystick the same way again.
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Easy to follow directions are helpful.
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But the reviews are a complete riot.
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Almost worth the Hell I’ll have to pay for clicking on them.
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Now I totally want to make my significant other fly across the room.
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Ha!
Women rule, no doubt about it.
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Dudley is obsessed.
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Obsessed with the great outdoors…
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And it’s plethora of feathered inhabitants.
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It was my original intent to keep him an indoor boy… no fleas, ticks or fear of being run over. We live in a rural area and there’s not much traffic, but we’re also on one of the only straight sections of our road and people fly by when trying to pass. We lost a cat that way and it was heartbreaking.
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All our previous kitties have been indoor/outdoor.
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But I’m thinking how pissed he’ll be if we start traveling again and he’s stuck inside after a taste of freedom.
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Thoughts?
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S Rioghal Mo Dhream
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Scotland. Home to fine whiskey, rugged highlands, a mythical lake creature, bagpipes, my ancestors… and haggis.
(If you don’t know what haggis is, consider yourself lucky and leave it at that.)
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Since the owner/bartender of our local pub is a Scot born and bred, I thought it might be fun to show up wearing a mask of my clan’s tartan the next time we drop by for a pint. Enter Amazon.
Sure enough they had one…
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Though by the look of the packaging, I’m guessing it was not made anywhere near a peat bog or by Clan MacGregor.
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Oh, and in case you’re wondering….
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The post title is my clan’s motto in Gaelic. Royal is my race.
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Well, yes.
There’s that too.
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Pandemic humor.
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Because there is light at the end of the Covid tunnel.
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Valuable lessons, all.
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Talk about being ahead of the trend.
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We still can’t find a kegerator…. so I’m not doubting this at all.
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I’m not afraid of my oven, but the self cleaning thing is a little intimidating.
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Yes.
Yes, please.
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We feed him regularly. Honest!
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But no matter how many stinky cat food tins I open….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to chew his back feet.
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And it’s not just a little licking for cleaning purposes, no. It’s actual chewing.
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Yes. He’s an odd duck…. but we love him.
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The (not so) free pool table finally sees some use.
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So the free pool table… the one that has cost us approximately $14,000 ( and counting ) in storage barn to man cave renovations… actually saw some action last weekend.
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Two of the husband’s coworkers came by for the afternoon (no worries, all 3 men are fully vaccinated) for Cajun gumbo, beer and pool. I don’t play, so I know my other half was happy. And me? I was happy because I received another bar christening gift.
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I’d never even heard of this whiskey but it turned out to have a pleasing toasted undertone.
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After two games of pool, it was determined the table needed to go from horizontal placement to vertical to allow more shooting space.
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Which then required multiple leveling maneuvers. Turns out the barn floor is not at all level. Shocking, I know.
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Play continued into the night, as did the whiskey drinking and strange reflections from the overhead lighting.
A good time was had by all… and let me tell you, it was nice to host even two people after a year of no socializing with friends.
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I will win. Or die trying….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and I are in the midst of a wee skirmish. And while his highness is completely spoiled rotten and indulged in most things here in Catlandia, there’s one place this human draws the line…. and that’s the litter box.
When Dudley moved in I dragged our old one up from the basement. It was a massively large box because our last cat was, well… massive.
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I dutifully filled it with Tidy Cat and our (not so tidy) new cat promptly scratched and spun like a whirling dervish and scattered it everywhere. Deciding the box was too big for him, I bought a smaller one. When he tried it, he couldn’t spin around like a demonic top, but still scattered litter all over the floor. So I bought a litter trapping mat. Then a larger mat. Then an even larger mat. But no. The little devil was leaving trails of litter down both hallways. So I switched to this…
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And quickly determined their promise was a lie.
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It did help with the tracking, but not the scattering. So I bought one of those litter boxes with the clip on edges. You know the ones, the sides are higher so litter can’t be flung outside it.
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Yeah.
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Three sides of it are high, so of course our little darling flings the litter out the lower entrance side. Dudley is nothing if not consistent.
Tomorrow I will be receiving the highest sided cat litter box I could find from my good friend ( Alright, he’s not really a good friend but with the amount of money I’ve sent the guy in the past year you’d think he could at least drop me a postcard from that new tropical Island I bought him. Geesh. ) Jeff Bezos. I’m hoping Amazon’s box will put an end to the litter war, but if not… I fear there’s only one solution left.
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Of course with my luck, Dudley will probably just poop on the top and call it good.
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That’s trippy dude.
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The husband’s birthday was this month, and for the past decade I’ve been giving him experience gifts rather than material things…. because we all know the man has more than enough stuff. Over the years I’ve gifted him a trip to a spooky old hotel in the Poconos that felt like the Overlook in Stephen King’s The Shining…
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The place was huge!
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So huge I could never manage to get a shot of the entire thing in frame. And we were literally the only guests.
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Room after room.
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Floor after floor.
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All to ourselves.
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I expected to see the twins every time we walked to our room. Uber creepy.
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I’ve given him beer making classes….
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Look at all those serious student faces.
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And seeing him stir an actual pot? Was well worth the student fee.
I even gave him falconry training.
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That was awesome. If you ever have the chance, take it.
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They really are spectacular creatures.
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And hey, where else do you get to walk around with a bag of decapitated quails?
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But last year brought Covid and the romantic getaway to the coastal resort I chose was cancelled. This year? We didn’t go anywhere either so along with a few Marine Corps themed items and a handful of vintage Red Sox collectibles… I got him something for the man cave.
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Doesn’t look impressive you say?
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Trust me, it is.
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I’m imaging many alcohol induced oohs and ahs when we plop this baby on the bar.
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Oh those crazy Mainers.
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Yes, we Mainers are an interesting and sometimes inventive breed.
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My mother used to say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. Or in this case, a leaf blower powered hoverboard.
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Ayup.
Maine winters are long, you might as well have a hobby.
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River's world..... 