Our neighbors. The larger horse is an absolute bully and follows closely behind the pony nipping his butt all day long.
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I keep rooting for the little guy to give him a good swift kick, but clearly he’s a pacifist.
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A recently purchased tee shirt. I can never resist a funny brewery slogan, but when I researched this one I discovered it just sells equipment. No matter, it’s still beer related.
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The look your cat gives you when you don’t share your chicken salad sandwich.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten used to love going outside. I’d say “walkies” in my best falsetto and he’d bound into the room anxiously awaiting the harness and leash. Now that full Maine winter has arrived?
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He’s still anxious to go out, but not so thrilled with staying there.
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And looks at us as if to say, “My feet are cold. What the hell?”
Plants are our friends. They feed us, heal us, beautify our planet and cleanse our air. But now? It looks like they might be the answer to that pesky global plague.
Admit it, you’ve known people who could power your stove, no problem.
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Correct me if I’m wrong, but the rectum is not a place from which one wishes to launch a torpedo.
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Vancouver, Washington? Take a bow. You were once the prune capitol of the world! And though I found that photo of the Prunarians, it was rather boring…. So I’m including this one instead.
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If ever a face screamed Queen of Prunes? It was Miss Pierce’s.
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It’s good to know NASA doesn’t just spend billions on rockets and shuttles. A fart proof space suit? That’s surely worth its weight in gold.
It’s going to be hard to beat me for awful fashion trends, but please…. I beg you.
Try!
Acid washed jeans ruled in my day. And were made even more obnoxious by the fact that we wore them head to toe. Here I am sporting the required jean jacket ensemble while making friends with a crow.
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Not that bad you say? Then get a load of this…
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Me (on the right) and my future SIL wearing matching acid washed jean outfits, complete with multiple zippers. ( Yes, that’s a bottle of Tanqueray on the counter, gin and tonics may or may not have been consumed. Don’t judge. )
If most of my old high school photos hadn’t been destroyed in an attic leak 30 years ago, I would have flooded this post with personal pics instead of the following Google images. But let’s continue with the awful trends of my formative years.
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Track suits. Nothing I say can excuse them, the picture tells the tale.
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Jumpsuits. Preferably with hideous wide belts.
I’m ashamed to say this trend continued into my early married life as proven by this photo of me in France, wearing my Banana Republic flight suit with leopard print belt and beribboned hat.
Sigh.
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Anyone remember leg warmers?
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It was the 80’s. We were all feeling Jane Fonda’s burn.
So how about you? What horrible looks were you rocking in high school…
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