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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is the king of chill.
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The beast sleeps an average of 20 hours a day and woe be to the pesky human who disturbs his dream time.
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This infraction will not go unpunished.
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Hear him roar.
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Far be it for me to criticize the construction methods of others. Heck, I married a man who doesn’t know the meaning of square and whose carpentry techniques can best be described as a little off. But I did have to do a double take while driving past this build the other day.
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Call me crazy….
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But I think they’re doing it wrong.
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When I first saw this, numerous movie soundtracks flitted through my mind…
Good Morning Vietnam
Forrest Gump
The Big Chill
They’re all filled with classic tunes that make me smile. For an iconic theme? You can’t beat John Williams’ Star Wars. But when I think about a really great soundtrack that moved me emotionally?
I have to go with Out of Africa. Particularly the hauntingly beautiful John Barry piece that accompanies the scene where Robert Redford takes Meryl Streep flying. The string section when they scatter the flamingoes in the river? I get goosebumps every time.
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So how about you?
What’s your favorite movie soundtrack….
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When a storm is moving in and thunderstorms are threatening? That’s when my husband decides it’s a good time to start installing a barn gutter and downspout.
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How close was the storm?
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Basically right overhead.
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So when the sky opened up and rain started pouring down? There was only one thing to do…
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Pour an adult beverage and watch it fall.
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Baby woodchucks are starting to explore the back deck.
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And have quickly figured out it’s a nice place to sit in the sun.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten assured me this beats watching Animal Planet on tv hands paws down.
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Baby whistle pigs are fast, and fun to watch scampering around the deck.
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His Lordship agrees .
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Never let it be said my state is not an interesting place.
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To be honest, I’ve drank beer with worse.
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Clearly a man who appreciated his ale.
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I really want to have a beer with a ghost and will try talking the husband into a sunset trip to Rockport in the near future…
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If you remember from a previous post, I’m highly susceptible to the dreaded brown tail moth rash. Seriously, if there’s one of those little bastards in my neighborhood, my town or even my county… it will find me and make me pay.
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Their hairs are microscopic and if you come in contact? You’ll know it within a few hours. Which is what happened to me after weeding my perennial bed the other day, even though I wore gloves and made a point to avoid brushing up against the tree.
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My knee…
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And arm a few hours after showering. I had the rash on my legs, my back, my stomach, my arms and especially my right knee. That section of flesh was positively on fire with uncontrollable itching… and by the next day?
* warning – if you’re eating while reading this, you might want to skip the next picture *
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My right knee looked like Mount Vesuvius, and not in a good way. Failing to understand why this particular body part suffered such an extreme reaction, I examined the pillow I was crouching on and sure enough… I had squished a moth to death on the right side and ground his toxic hairs deep into my epidermis.
Life has not really been worth living this week, and if you happen to have any extra rough grade sandpaper lying around… feel free to send it my way so I can rip off what’s left of my skin.
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In the continuing makeup inspired by weird things trend…
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Chocolate scented nail polish? Ewww. Who needs random people trying to lick your fingertips in the Covid era.
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This makes me even more reticent to go down in the husband’s crap filled cellar. There no telling what’s been living down there….
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Real estate has always been astronomical in my state but the recent inflation in the housing market is now completely out of control.
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As far as I’m concerned there’s only one mistake. Eating it.
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At this point, a Mats car is probably easier to book than anything from Hertz or Avis.
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Now that we had my longed for pallet of stones, it was time to attack the garden of weeden .
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Since the damage to my knee, I try to avoid anything that has to be done in a crouched or kneeling position but I’d put this off for two years and if pain was the price I had to pay for a new perennial bed? So be it.
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An hour and a half in, I was sore.
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Two and a half hours in I was popping Tylenol and Motrin like Jelly Bellies.
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At the end of the day my knee was creaking like the front door of a haunted house, but it was done. A 10 x 20 patch of virgin soil, ready for a stone border and planting.
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