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Enough already.

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There’s only so much squirrel a cat can take.

Our resident red bitch was mad dashing around the property gathering and hiding food before the recent snow storm… and Lord Dudley Mountcatten was keeping a close eye on her progress.

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For some reason she decided under the grill was a perfect place to stash nuts. Every now and then she would run right up to the door and drive poor Dudley to distraction. The frustrated cat was cackling so hard he was shaking.

In other news, did you know squirrels are the latest trend in hair accessories?

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I can’t say I’ve ever wanted a rodent holding my ponytail in place….

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But if you have?

Now’s the time.

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Let’s play.

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Admit it, you’ve got nothing else to do.

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As a voracious reader, this is an easy one for me…

Books!

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In our house there are numerous stacks (and bags and crates and shelves and closets and boxes, well you get the idea) filled with books and I have never… not once in my life, ever thought I had enough.

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So how about you?

What can’t you stop buying…

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I’ve been Game of Throne’d.

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** Warning – if you haven’t seen the new season of Dexter but are planning to watch ?

DO NOT READ THIS POST!!

Major spoilers ahead…. and trust me, it will ruin the experience.

Here, I’ll give you time to exit before it’s too late.

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Alrighty then.

Proceed at your own risk.

While I’m not a huge television person like my husband ( How many times can a man watch Rio Bravo, El Dorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder! ) I do enjoy following a number of HBO, Starz and Showtime series. The DVR is simply the greatest invention known to man (behind the margarita and bacon of course) and while the husband is in the living room falling asleep to yet another John Wayne marathon, I curl up in bed to binge watch the Roys (Succession) Bobby Axelrod (Billions) and the lovable serial killer avenging angel, Dexter.

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When I watch a series, I commit. I’m in for the long haul and am beyond pissed when I put in a year or two only to have the show yanked out from under me with no resolution. Yes American Gods, I’m talking to you. Dropping a series on a cliffhanger is cruel, and I may have to write to Neil Gaiman personally to complain. (Do not get me started on Carnivale! That was cancelled in 2003 and I’m still not over it.)

So when I heard the news that a new season of a past favorite was brewing?

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I was in!

I watched an episode a week and reveled in being reunited with an old friend.

And then it happened. The last episode.

I knew it was coming, as soon as the coach gave Harrison the team jacket. I didn’t want to believe they’d do it, but they did.

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They killed Dexter.

And this time he is well and truly dead.

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But it wasn’t just his death that bothered me. No, it was the last minute 180 degree character shift that really ticked me off. For 8 seasons we knew Dexter as the tormented soul who killed with a purpose. Okay… he did it gleefully, but he took out the trash and rid the earth of some truly horrible human beings. He had a code damn it! But at the end, standing in front of his equally damaged son… we suddenly find out he did it just for fun?

No.

It’s like Daenerys Targareyen all over again. For ten years I lived and breathed Game of Thrones. Carefully following the Mother of Dragons rightful ascension to the throne… only to be left gasping at the ridiculous final season when up was down and down was up.

There’s talk of another new season of Dexter.

Without Dexter.

I say no thanks. Loyal fans can only take so much.

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No one puts Baby in a corner, but how about husbands…?

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On the coldest day of the season so far, with wind chills below zero, my dryer stopped working. Since hanging clothes outside was not an option…

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It was time to examine the faulty equipment.

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This involved my poor husband trying to clamber over the washing machine in our tiny laundry room in order to unplug the dryer.

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The small space was originally a half bath and trust me… there’s not much room to maneuver.

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Thankfully it was an easy fix and just a matter of cleaning a lint clogged vent.

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But moving the appliances and hooking them back up was a nightmare.

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To heck with Baby, I put my husband in a corner.

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And I’m sorry, but watching him try to extricate himself and climb back out had me laughing so hard I could hardly take the picture. But I’m a dedicated blogger so here you go….

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My bad. But it was hilarious…

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I’m still trying to laugh.

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Ain’t that the truth! I’ve cooked and baked more in the past two years than I have in the last 20. Which sadly, my hips and thighs can attest to.

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I need one of those.

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This is funny, but not. Our neighbor is a nurse and has been past the point of burnout for a solid year.

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I really hope not, but you can’t argue with the logic.

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Meanwhile at Casa River….

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Now that the husband has a fancy new pool table, he’s finally taken on the monumental task of teaching me how to play.

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So far? I suck. And it seems my underlying strategy is to keep all my balls on the table in order to block his access to the pockets.

Not for everyone, I know. But it’s all I’ve got right now.

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Outside? There are some pretty spectacular sunsets.

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And a very well staked Christmas reindeer who may be there until spring.

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Inside?

Lord Dudley Mountcatten is unsuccessfully hiding behind a coffee table leg.

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Strange but wonderful.

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I bought an interesting desk calendar for the New Year last week.

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It’s filled with bizarre facts about animals you didn’t need to know, but now will.. because I’m going to share all the weirdest.

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Buttered popcorn scented musk glands?

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That qualifies as weird in my book. And since I’d never heard of this creature I wasn’t going to take their drawing as proof…

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But you have to admit..

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Arctictis binturong sleep on branch

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They nailed it.

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What part of the word “new” doesn’t he understand?

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My husband has a truck.

An old truck.

My husband loves his old truck, has spent considerable money restoring his old truck and uses his old truck as a …. well, truck.

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He’s loved this 1990 Ford F150 XLT truck long and hard. No matter how much time it spends at the shop nor how many thousands of dollars of repairs it needs, he consistently refuses to buy a new one. So imagine my surprise when he came home the other day and said he was thinking about buying a new truck.

I was thrilled!

I was ecstatic!

(His mechanic will be even more thrilled and ecstatic)

And my thrill continued..

All the way up until he drove me to see the “new” truck.

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Technically, he’s not wrong. It is “newer” than his old truck….. by a whole 4 years.

Old truck? 1990

“New” truck? 1994

I was not thrilled.

His mechanic will not be thrilled.

The husband? Beyond thrilled that he’d found another Ford F150 XLT with a long bed in good shape with only 74,000 original miles.

*sigh*

The asking price was $11,800 which I thought was beyond ridiculous for a 28 year old truck….. but then I looked online.

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What!!!

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Holy Mother of God…. I know used car prices are nuts right now but that is positively insane.

Because the dealer is a friend of a friend the husband talked him down to $10,000… and got him to replace the shocks, brake lines and ball joints so I guess in reality that’s a good deal. But rest assured old Black Betty will be going out on the lawn with it’s own overpriced for sale sign in it as soon as the husband drives the “new” one home.

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