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You upload one little photo of your new family member to Facebook.
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Just one, to show everyone how sweet he is…. and that damn algorithm kicks into high gear.
Now, along with the constant ball wash and toilet incense ads?
I’m getting these:
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Cat butt pillow cases?
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I love our new little furry friend…. but have absolutely no desire to slip off into dreamland with my face on his ass crack.
One feline does not a crazy cat lady make.
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Bet you didn’t know there are so many words added to the dictionary every year did you?
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What… you don’t care? Then it’s probably better if you skip to the next blog.
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Lie in. The British phrase for staying in bed past the time you were supposed to get up. Personally I’d like to have a lie in till Covid is a thing of the past…. but that would probably require more pajamas than I currently own.
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Miniseries? This is 1963. I thought Roots was the first.
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Phat. I seem to remember that term from my misspent youth. Pretty Hot and Tempting. Though when I searched for a meme…. I got this.
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Captain Kirk would be so pleased.
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You never know what part of the house cats will gravitate toward. We’ve had desk felines..
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Bed felines….
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Chair felines….
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Even motorcycle felines.
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And now it looks like our newest addition has chosen my mother’s old bookcase.
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Yes, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has laid claim to this spot in our bedroom window.
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From it he can recline in the warmth of the sun….
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And hover over the birds who seek shelter in the bushes directly underneath.
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I think I’m going to have to remove that planter. It seems to be migrating closer to the edge everyday.
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Winter snow and cold has finally moved in to Maine and I for one am pleased.
It’s winter!
I want snow!
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Our deer are only coming at night now and it’s hard to get pictures through the windows.
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The least bit of movement on their part overwhelms my iPhone’s shutter and results in furry blurry blobs.
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Along with the cold and snow has come the wind, which I could actually do without. Menopausal heating only goes so far, and while I’ll walk outside comfortably in 20 degree weather with only a light shirt… the wind cuts like a knife and even my interior furnace is working overtime.
Just ask this poor cardinal.
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Brrr!
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Turnabout is fair play, right?
So after all those awful Ball Wash ads I kept getting I suppose this was inevitable.
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A pain free ride?
I’m not sure whether to be relieved…
Or scared.
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Because I’m still here and still trying to find the humor in it.
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I remember climbing over seats into the back of our station wagon and sticking my feet out the rear window while my parents barreled down the Jersey Turnpike to the shore. How the hell did any of us survive to adulthood?
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This is why we’re not traveling. People be morons.
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Now if someone could just tell me how I can apply Dizzy Izzy…. my life will be complete.
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Good grief, I hope not. That will seriously impede my martini consumption.
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My weekly skunking of the husband at Scrabble in the Barn Mahal continues. And now? Even the tiles are getting in on the fun…
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Yes, those were really the letters I drew. And it’s pretty much what I did to the husband in game number one.
Not to be out done, our second game’s tiles had their say as well.
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My last four letters said it all.
Sorry, dear. I only do what the tiles tell me…
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Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.
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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.
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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.
And finally, birds. In winter. In Maine.
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I’m guessing it kind of sucks.
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While cleaning out my husband’s junk drawer the other day (yes we all have them, but his had reached the point of overflow and wouldn’t shut… so intervention was necessary) I found a treasure.
Buried under the detritus of old coin wrappers, matchbook covers and dozens of scraps of paper with nameless phone numbers was this:
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Wow.
That’s my much younger husband on the right (wearing an outfit I’ve thankfully never seen him sporting) next to his cousin Cindy. Why this cringe worthy photo hadn’t previously surfaced in our 37 years of wedded bliss is a mystery…. but I’m guessing it’s a picture he wasn’t very fond of.
And that my friends is where he went wrong. Hate the photo? Get rid of it…. because if you don’t, your wife might post it on Facebook and then prominently display it in your man cave.
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We had a pretty spectacular coating of ice a few days ago.
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And I wish my taken while driving but don’t tell anyone photos did it more justice.
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As dangerous as it can be….
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When your whole world is sparkling?
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It’s nothing short of fabulous.
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River's world..... 