And yes, I mean that literally.
Continue at your own risk.
Remember, you were warned.
And I’m not talking about a little poo. No.
To be precise….
It’s a dozen piles of crap.
On top of our stone wall.
What?
Why?
All along the top of the wall….
Crap.
It looks like skunk to me, although why the little devil feels the need to climb up there and poop every night is beyond me.
I also love all the ridiculous things people post about on its Facebook page.
In case you were wondering, no one volunteered to remove the stinky little bugger and he was released.
Skunk-1
Homeowner-0.
A reasonable response, but hell.
I didn’t even know we had a potato truck!
I showed this to the husband…. but he said there’s no room in the barn.
😡
I don’t know…
Cowbusters?
I hate when someone beats me to the perfect comment, don’t you?
A chicken plucker!
I’m shivering in avian sympathy.
As you know, I am not a 25 year old single woman…. (Please refrain from commenting if you value our friendship) so it’s been a while since I leafed through a Cosmopolitan magazine. But for some reason a girlfriend gifted me a subscription, and I felt I needed to honor the gesture.
Hmm.
My hair removal routine is neither adventurous nor worth writing about, and as for the scale….. I’m afraid my hairless cat level will have to remain a mystery. I like my readers, but not that much.
And how do they know walking burrito wasn’t the look I was going for?
Fashion is personal…. and I happen to have the perfect black bean earrings to match, so there!
The selfie wasn’t around when I was young and single, so this may be a day late and a dollar short… but here goes.
Okay, so maybe I need a little more practice.
What kind of noodle am I?
Yes…. I’m beginning to remember why I stopped reading Cosmo in the first place.
(In case you’re wondering? Rigatoni baby.)
I found this issue to be so utterly ridiculous, I may have to make it a monthly series. And if you’re groaning now?
Just be thankful I didn’t share all the articles today.
Yes, it’s clearly been a while since I read single women’s magazines.
Our big fellow made an appearance last night.
Moseying on up the back lawn.
Nibbling along the route.
Fresh grass pickings are slim with everything turning brown from our drought..
Except for over the septic tank.
Even he knows the grass is always greener there.
I read something the other day that literally made me snort.
It was a list of people’s thoughts on visiting the United States for the first time…. and what they found unusual.
Here are a few.
I dare you not to laugh.
Because really…
Sometimes you need more from 7/11 than a raspberry Slurpee.
Well, we do like to super size things.
Including our hips, thighs and waistlines.
That’s so true you don’t have to laugh.
Also true.
And before your uber patriotic fingers start typing hate mail… we’re a family of veterans, I love my country. But you have to admit, we are very in your face about it.
Ha!
They have a point there.
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Bear with me while I bitch.
(I have two weeks worth of scheduled posts in the queue so the bitching will be limited at this time.)
Ever since the husband started teleworking in March, I’ve been doing a lot of blogging on my phone. Which, until the new roll out of the editor from Hell, was fine.
But now that people are being forced to use it, things have changed… at least for me.
My friend from  No Facilities, Dan Antion, is always nice enough to include photos of the rabbits he sees on his walks for me. With a backyard family of foxes, bunnies are the one critter we never see at Casa River.
But when I look at his posts now…
This is what I see –
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Text over photos.
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Photos over photos.
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Text over text.
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And photos over text.
Anyway you look at it, it’s a mess.
So if any of WordPress’s inappropriately named ‘Happiness Engineers’ drop by to say hello?
Be sure and tell them I ain’t happy.
Let’s start with a beautiful picture I snapped the other night when we took a ride up the coast.
Maine summer on the ocean.
You can’t beat it.
Our neighbor invited us over to see their tree house up close and personal.
Yes, the tree adjacent tree house I complained about in my blog a while back.
So… which one of you weasels ratted me out?
Adverbs.
Or rather, the death of them… is driving me to drink.
Real delicious?
Make the next one a double.
Grocery store bouquets.
Because sometimes a girl just has to buy herself flowers.
Socks… for my table?
Wonder if the dryer will eat those as well.
And finally, because you know I couldn’t resist….
You’re welcome.
And woodchucks eating watermelon is too damned cute not to share.
I never thought about giving watermelon to the chucks.
But a bowl of it got pushed to the back the fridge recently and I couldn’t see throwing it away.
Let me tell you….
There were some happy little chuckers that afternoon.
Until the last piece was in sight.
Then it was every chuck for themselves.
My site has finally been flipped to the horrid new block editor.
So far, I’m not impressed.
And while I don’t rail at change in other areas of my life, not having to think about formatting a blog has always been pleasant…. until now. I switched back to classic, but it still doesn’t let me space the way I want.
So does anyone like this new format?
Sing its praises and regale me with its infinite wonders if you do.
Because right now?
This is me:
Because laughter is the shortest distance between two people.
You knew it had to happen.
Pumpkin spice is everywhere….
Yay!
Though I’m ashamed to admit I’m old enough to remember those.
All things considered?
Not bad Jen.
At this point, falling through a giant hole in the ground would be preferable to grocery shopping.
She really is.
Momma needs a cocktail. Don’t judge.
Single guys?
Please let me know how these work.
I hope so…
But it’s not looking good.
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