In my husband’s ongoing quest to drag all his junk up from the cellar and scatter it around the barn (in preparation for a yard sale that will never happen) he found a toy.
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A remote control car to be precise.
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And after installing fresh batteries, he had to take it for a test drive.
And by test drive, I mean a ‘slam into all the furniture legs at top speed’ drive.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was woken from his fifth nap of the day and not at all pleased.
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There will be hell to pay for this disturbance, I guarantee it.
A new Sicilian restaurant opened recently and you know we were all over that.
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Small and unassuming, it was packed tight with hungry customers and upon entry we were asked if we had a reservation.
For lunch.
On a Tuesday.
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We didn’t, but happily snagged the last two seats at the bar…. which is where my husband always wants to sit anyway.
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The Limoncello spritz was lovely and fit the decor perfectly.
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My arincini was too die for. Light, pillowy and perfectly prepared. The bread was freshly baked and the husband’s meatballs were juicy and correctly spiced.
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The husband had –
Canneloni Al Forno Lacinato Kale + House Ricotta + Marinara + Mozzarella + Pecorino + Lemon Zest.
It was light and flavorful and even though it contained the devil’s weed… I liked it.
Spring is just around the corner and though the temps are still cool in Maine, 90% of our snow is gone.
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Of course that doesn’t stop His Royal Highness from finding the one batch left in a shady corner and getting stuck in the middle of it.
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And since the snow has melted?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was rolling.
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In some stinky fallen bird seed and loving every messy minute of it.
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Needless to say he got a thorough brushing and wipe down before re-entering the house.
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Eggs.
It literally hurts to buy them these days. $9.09 for a dozen, $12.75 for 18.
Damn.
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The husband and I took full advantage of this primo parking spot at the grocery store the other day. Hell, with what they’re charging for eggs they should offer valet service too.
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Easter is coming.
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You’re welcome.
( hollow out eggs and mix filling with above ingredients )
We all the know the United States Post Office doesn’t turn a profit these days and relies on tax payer funds to operate. Since it performs an important public service? I’m not complaining.
We live in digital world where people pay their bills online and communicate through email or text. Gone are the days of postcards, hand written letters and the like.
I admit to missing that… but that’s another blog entirely.
Last week I drove to our local post office and mailed a box of books to North Carolina. Since all that was in the box were books, the clerk told me it would cost $9.59 instead of the normal $28.65. This started a conversation on how expensive it’s become to mail things which led to me uttering a statement I was told in no uncertain terms is completely and utterly wrong.
I said, “It’s a good thing Amazon ships their packages with the USPS, it’s probably the only thing keeping them afloat these days.”
Which is when the postal clerk gave me an extremely dirty look.
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She pointed to the box I brought in and told me if Amazon was shipping a $28 package they would pay the post office roughly a dollar for shipping.
What?
When I asked how that was possible she said the U.S. government signed a contract with Amazon when it first started shipping books back in 1994. Since it was mostly envelopes, the rate was low but… are you ready? Though the contract was renewed in 2013, the price wasn’t raised…. and we all know Amazon ships a lot more than books these days.
So basically, tax payers are subsidizing Jeff Bezos.
The third richest man in the world.
Anyone else see something wrong with that?
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