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A woman from my town posted this the other day after visiting our neighbor’s farm stand across the street.
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And I had to laugh.
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Because it was totally something I would do.
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Hell, we brought an anatomically correct eggplant to our local pub last year.
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Needless to say it was a big hit.
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And oddly enough, is still talked about fondly.
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This has got to be the most bizarre cat toy ever.
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And while I have to admit plugging a fish into my computer does hold a certain attraction….
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I think it’s safe to say the minute that fish started flapping Lord Dudley would run for the hills.
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But damn, look how joyful it made this particular feline.
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Should we further contemplate why this cat is so deliriously happy to have a vibrating tuna on his lap?
I think not.
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I found these tasty treats in the grocery store bakery section.
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And seeing that they were alcohol laden, you know I had to try them.
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The Captain rarely disappoints, and even in cake form he was quite yummy. Moist and spicy, it had a pleasing apple pie autumn in New England vibe.
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This wasn’t my favorite of the three, but it still had a nice pound cake richness.
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But if you love beer, this is the cake for you. The simple act of opening the wrapper released an instant heady aroma of hoppy goodness. Deep, dark and chocolatey like a good stout should be…. this dessert was a winner.
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The World Wildlife Fund’s symbolic adoption continues.
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Cute candidates abound but you know this fellow will be left out in the cold.
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No one will want to cuddle up with him on the couch. That dude needs a serious manicure.
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Honey Badgers get a bad rap and sure, they’ve been known to viciously kill humans… but I’d still rather adopt one of them than Honey Boo Boo.
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Most people find condors to be ugly birds, but come on…. he’s rocking that feather boa. It’s not an easy look to pull off.
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And finally there’s the wombat, a much maligned creature. Sure he poops square cubes and has a two pronged penis….. but hey, none of us is perfect.
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After a nightmarish week of battling Direct TV customer service and their bots, an hour long phone conversation with “Susie” from Bangalore, an hour and a half long conversation with “Susie’s” supervisor “Jimmy” from New Delhi, one service call from a technician who said he was given the wrong work order, a second visit from a technician who said we didn’t need a separate dish on the barn roof after all, a 40 minute long conversation with “Elaine” from Mumbai in which I told her I wasn’t paying an extra $100 for something that should be free, and a third visit from a technician who finally hooked up a mini receiver in the man cave ….
Can you see it?
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I hope not.
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But it’s there.
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An extremely long cable connecting the satellite dish on our house to the barn.
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Because someone…who shall remain nameless but answers to ‘Hey Marine’…. just had to have a television with a full program line up with DVR capability in his man cave.
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In Maine, lines don’t get buried until spring…. which means I’ll either trip over it and break my neck in the meantime, or the red squirrel bitch from Hell will chew through it when seeking revenge.
Good times.
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Did I mention I had to spend another 35 minutes online with a chatbot when Direct TV charged me twice for the same service call and then added a $9 monthly protection plan to my bill that I didn’t approve? Ever since AT&T took them over it’s been a horror show.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is relaxed and finally feeling like this is home.
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He’s adjusting to our routine and no longer runs at loud noises.
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The vacuum cleaner is still regarded as an evil entity, but he’ll happily sit at my feet while I blow dry my hair.
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The living room furniture seems to be his favorite…
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And I have to say I’m a bit jealous at how much sound sleep he gets.
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Life is good for this little guy.
And us.
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I don’t often recommend beer to friends because everyone tends to like something different. But once in a while I come across a special one that makes me so happy…. I have to share.
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This strange Belgian concoction has a delicious whiff on chocolate upon introduction…. and then sweeps you skyward in a heady sour cherry cloud.
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Pairs well with rich and dense desserts?
Then bring on the 12 pound chocolate fudge layer cake and River is one happy blogger.
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Seriously, if you like sours? You’ve got to try this one.
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Frank A. agrees.
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I clicked on the video.
But in my defense…. how could I not? It had a talking ass that wasn’t a politician. That’s a rare thing these days.
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I knew it would be bad, I knew! But I clicked on it anyway… and boy, I wasn’t wrong.
There were directions.
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And the aforementioned chatty butt holes.
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(Who dreams up these things?)
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They were quite explicit about where the offending odors originate.
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But by the time I reached this part of the video?
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I had to turn it off. With the knowledge that I’ve doomed myself to a slew of bizarre Facebook ads for months to come.
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Why is nothing ever easy for us?
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After searching far and wide for a kegorator and coming up empty (thanks again for making everyone housebound alcoholics Covid 19) we broke down and ordered one on Amazon.
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Yay! Fresh beer would soon be flowing from dual taps.
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Boo.
The box was in rough shape when UPS delivered, the protective packaging broken. And when we tore off all the wrapping?
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The right rear side was dented and the access plate bowed out.
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Had it just been cosmetic I wouldn’t have cared, but the damage was right near the motor and something was rattling.
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So back it goes.
Damn it!
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Lately Facebook’s algorithms have given me non stop ball wash and butt deodorant. I have no idea why …. as I don’t have balls or need to perfume my ass.
But this?
This is definitely a bridge too far.
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Tofu!
For the love of all that’s holy…. no.
I don’t eat it.
I won’t eat it.
And you can’t make me eat it.
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A more disgusting thing to put in my mouth I have never met.
And that’s saying something.
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