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Apologies to those too young to understand the title reference.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves looking out the window and keeps a close eye on birds and visiting critters. But when an enemy dares step foot in his backyard?
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He lets the whole house know about it with snarls, growls and hisses.
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Said enemy is Silas, the neighbor kitty who likes to stalk mice in our field and occasionally takes a stroll under the bird feeders.
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His Lordship is not amused.
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We had a beautiful moon the other night so I slipped out to the deck for a few photos.
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Halo time.
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Iâm not sure what causes this phenomenonâŚ
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But it sure was pretty.
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I donât like Budweiser beer.
Never have, never will.
But I do admit to enjoying their Clydesdale commercials⌠and thankfully, after a long absence⌠those beautiful horses will be back for this yearâs Super Bowl.
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I havenât seen any of the other new game day ads, but Iâm going to go ahead and say this one will be my favorite, hands down.
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But if you can use it, Iâm not sure I want to know.
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Admit it, weâve all known men like this.
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I call foul.
My diet includes burgers and martinis⌠and I donât look at all like that.
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Entirely⌠or at all?
Yikes.
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Holy HellâŚ
Thatâs a python and a half.
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After.
So everything was fine during the sex with 620 men?
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In 2016 the state of Maine voted to legalize marijuana. While this would have been a dream come true in my teenage years, after giving it up 4 decades ago I canât honestly say the decision has affected my life one iota today.
Other than the occasional chuckle while driving.
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Be still my adolescent heart.
Iâm old enough to remember rolling my own blunts out of a Ziploc dime bag hidden in my lockerâŚ. now there are pot stores on every corner in every town. Seriously, tiny podunk villages that only have a gas station and a post office have marijuana distribution centers. Itâs bizarre.
There are so many choices for legalized weed, the stores have to get creative with their advertising to attract customers. Like this place we passed the other dayâŚ.
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That built a giant leafy Adirondack chair.
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And outlined it with Christmas lights.
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The chronic is alive and well in the state of Maine.
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I used to be healthy. Annoyingly so.
I was the child who never caught chicken pox, measles or mumps.
The teenager who never had acne, a cavity or broken bones.
The young adult who still had her tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth.
The middle aged woman whoâd never had the flu, a migraine or been in the hospital.
I made it to 49 without diabetes, high cholesterol or literally any health issues whatsoever.
Then I turned 50⌠and the downward spiral began.
I blew out my knee, and arthritis set in. I caught chicken pox because my husband had shingles. (Itâs not fun at an advanced age. Neither is it pretty.)
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Thatâs not acne, itâs pox. đĽ´
Bunions started to form on both my feet making pretty shoes painful and virtually impossible to wear. I had a full hysterectomy which wrecked my body in too many ways to list. My fifties were not kind. And now that Iâve entered the next decade? I barely recognize the perky, energetic, up for anything person I used to be.
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Iâm currently 5 for 10 on this list.
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I sailed past #1, 2 and 3 as I always have my phone, donât bruise easily and my memory is still intact.
4. Yes, damn it. Iâm there.
5. Iâve got cheater reading glasses in every room, my purse, my car and 3 in the kitchen. No trouble finding a pair for this chick.
6. Show up at my house unexpectedly? Please leave your copy of Vogue at the door.
7. 9:30? Iâm in bed by then, better make it 8:00.
8. People do still say those words in my universe⌠and for that, Iâm thankful.
9. Iâve woken up with a stiff neck, sciatic pain and a knee so locked I have to tumble out of bed. When the mere act of sleeping causes injury? You know youâre over the hill.
10. After hormonal shifts from menopause and a dramatic weight gain the likes of which Iâd never previously experienced? There are no scales in our house.
For those of my readers who qualify, how many of these 10 apply to your life?
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Because if youâre here? Youâre already bored enoughâŚ.
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I stole this from FB, and some of the answers are worth sharing.
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Drat.
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Thank you, but Iâd rather not.
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How sad.
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How many players do you need?
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Kudos!
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Too funny!
Hereâs mine –
(And talk about perfect timing)
Severance.
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Somewhere nearby, my husband is cringing.
Now youâŚ
Title your sex life by the last show you watched.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.
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Or at all, honestly.
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Cat life is good.
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The moon has been amazing lately, but I never manage to take decent photographs of it.
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Doesnât stop me from trying though.
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Shout out to Grace at Just Tawkinâ for recommending this beautifully written, heartwarming, and simply wonderful book.
Youâll never think of an octopus the same way.
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The husband and I celebrated a wedding anniversary recently.
This was my Facebook post for the day.
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Sorry, but itâs true. Heâs an amazing husband, partner and overall great guy. Generous, strong willed, kind hearted and honest. Is it any wonder Iâve kept him so long?
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A lovely bouquet was delivered that morningâŚ
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And then the happy couple took a drive down the coast for a walk.
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It was a bit brisk, so we didnât make the whole loopâŚ
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But we ended the day with cocktails and a nice meal.
The blackberry elderflower Prosecco spritz with fresh mint was divine.
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As were my giant crab cakes.
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These sexy swimmers of yesteryear were hanging on the wall to my right, but I only had eyes for my guy.
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Honey balsamic salmon for the husband⌠the sugar caramelized, but it was perfectly cooked.
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And a fabulous chicken Marsala for moi.
Hereâs to another four happy decades.
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We woke up yesterday morning to snow.
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The forecast called for 6-8 inches but we barely got 4.
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Maine winters arenât what they used to be, but the birds still need to be fed.
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There really wasnât enough white stuff to blow, but men do love their noisy toys.
After the chores were done, we headed out to the man cave for a game.
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And even with horrible letters like these, I was victorious.
By late morning?
It was time to start drinking.
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And after listening to that inaugural speech?
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I might keep drinking until 2029.
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River's world..... 