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Say hello to Pearl.

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Of course we had to have a torrential downpour when the scheduled pick up day for my new car arrived.

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Flash flooding, road washouts.

It was raining so hard we had to go over all Pearl’s nifty features under cover in the service department.

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When we got to the engine, I zoned out. As long as it starts and runs, I’m good.

This particular dealership is family owned and adds a few extra bennies when you purchase from them.

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So after signing the papers and writing a whopping check, she was mine.

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Pearl!

She drives like a dream and is chock full of fancy tech it will take me months to learn.

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These were the instruction booklets in the glove box.

Yikes!

On top of that she comes with Starlink which the dealer activated.

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Which reminded me of my first oil change appointment next year.

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We never have work done on our cars at the dealerships because they’re ridiculously expensive, but kudos to them for trying.

😉

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News you can’t use.

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Because you need your weekly fix of nonsense news.

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If your penis can lift barbells? I don’t want to know about it…

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Or not.

I’m going with not.

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I am a menopausal woman of a certain age, and while I don’t yet resemble Lord Dudley Mountcatten on the whisker front… I will admit to fighting one stubborn hair that has no business on my chin.

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I only have one question, but it’s the most important.

Does the cow enjoy it?

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I’m not at all conflicted.

They’re awful.

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Half price nursery sales are the best.

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Installing hanging plant brackets on the new porch posts only meant one thing…

I had to shop for hanging plants.

Which isn’t easy this time of year as decorations turn toward fall. I searched high and low and only found one nursery that had anything pretty left.

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But these half price dragon wing begonias fit the bill nicely.

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Now it’s looking like a porch I can be proud of.

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Even if it’s not quite finished…

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The feline jury is still out.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been tentatively exploring the new arrivals in the den.

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And looks at me like, what gives?

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Each piece must be thoroughly tested…

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And if this face doesn’t scream displeasure I’ll eat my hat.

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Complaints are loud and frequent.

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After a few days, His Lordship has given his approval to one piece and one piece only…

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The ottoman can stay.

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A railly good time.

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The third railing section was done…

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And though it was the smallest, the last section proved the most difficult as well.

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There was some considerable sputtering during its attachment to the stone, so I kept my distance until completion.

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Voila! (which spell check always changes to viola)

Railings are done.

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And though it took me over an hour to convince my husband he had to rehang my plant brackets…

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He shimmied into the small space and did just that.

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A little more tinkering with the electrical outlet…

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And we’ve reached the point where there’s no more to do until the new front door arrives.

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So now we wait…

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Nothing to rail about.

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Railing section number one was complete thanks to my brilliant painters tape idea so we moved on to number two…

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The unfinished staggered stone making a nice tool shelf.

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It’s really starting to look like something now.

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More like a porch and less like a disaster zone.

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Of course the husband wouldn’t listen to me at the beginning when I told him the height he chose was wrong. I wanted it a few inches higher, but no… he knew best.

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Which means the yew bush on the far right completely blocks the first railing section from view.

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Two down, two to go…

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Let’s play.

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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.

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This is an easy one for me….

Nurse/doctor.

I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.

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How about you?

Which profession should you avoid at all costs…

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