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Booze Moose has found his permanent home in the man cave.
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And looks right at home on the barn doors that are no longer doors.
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I think he’s a fun and whimsical addition. My husband on the other hand, was less than thrilled.
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He doesn’t hate it….
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But he was clearly less enthusiastic about its purchase.
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So what say you?
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Fun and whimsical addition?
Or total waste of money?
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It’s looks like I’m not the only one laying on some winter poundage.
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I don’t know why, but this year?
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Our backyard squirrels are positive porkers .
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Look at this guy…
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If that’s not the definition of chonk…
I don’t know what is.
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A few new old things have been added to the man cave of late.
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A primitive sled, which I thought was for children.. but turned out to be for hauling split wood from the shed to the house back in the day. And no, it didn’t stay in that position….
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It’s precariously propped up in the corner behind the chairs.
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A pump action vacuum cleaner. And as a modern woman of today, let me tell you… it ain’t no Roomba.
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A few more Name that Crap! tools have made their way to the table of antique horrors.
So if you ever need to draw information from a recalcitrant friend or loved one… let me know.
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I hope everyone is having a better Thanksgiving holiday than me.
Because I’m probably going to be spending it in bed. ( and not in a good way )
No turkey. No stuffing.
Just severely swollen and f***ing painful lymph nodes due to my Covid booster shot yesterday.
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Yes, I’m one of the lucky 11% of people who have this awful reaction and it’s my own fault. I had it after my second dose and should have known it would happen again.
Along with the tender and oh so painful grapefruit in my armpit, there’s a splitting headache and all over joint pain.
Knees, ankles, shoulders. If it moves? It hurts.
Piss poor planning on my part. Who in their right mind gets a shot they know will land them in bed the day before Thanksgiving?
Me. Because they had a cancellation and if I didn’t take that appointment the next one available was December 12th.
So please, have an extra drumstick and slice of pie for me.
My turkey will have to wait.
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It seems our 2021 Thanksgiving dinner might look like this…
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Because I just received a phone call from the host of the celebration we planned to attend. She and her husband…. who were both fully vaccinated but not boosted…. have come down with Covid.
This woman is one of the most careful people I know. She always wears a mask, avoids crowds and washes her hands frequently. But her husband went north last week to visit his son. His son’s family was not vaccinated, and the town where he was staying has an extremely high positivity rate.
So now they’re both quite ill. Fever, chills, splitting headaches, extreme fatigue, body aches, joint stiffness, brain fogginess, coughing, sore throat, loss of taste and smell.
She’s a pretty tough cookie and rarely complains, but I can tell she’s worried. Thankfully they’re not having any breathing issues and are hoping they can ride it out at home.
I’ve offered to bring groceries and drop meals on their porch, but a family member has them covered.
And though I know it’s awful….the thought that keeps popping in my head is if it had been a day or two later? We all would have been exposed and at risk.
My other half had his booster shot 2 weeks ago… and me? I just scheduled one for this afternoon. Yours truly is not taking any chances.
I’m also not eating Thanksgiving dinner from a can… and am now heading to the grocery store to fight the crowds and search for a last minute turkey and fixings to prepare a quiet meal for two.
Minus the green bean casserole of course.
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I knew when I clicked that stupid disembodied nostril Duluth Trading Company ad for underwear the other day I would regret it. I knew it… and I did it anyway for the sake of a blog laugh.
Now, I pay the price.
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Yes, the algorithms have kicked in with a vengeance.
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I know that particular item is meant for your shoes to provide traction in the snow, but admit it. You visualized the same kinky S&M corset I did on first glance too … right?
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Unless you need a gift for Tiny Tim’s grandson, I can find no reasonable explanation for that product.
And finally after all those bombs, I saw something I would actually consider buying.
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A chicken flicker.
It’s like darts, with poultry. Perfect!
I was picturing hours of slightly intoxicated fun in the man cave and then…
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Way to go Duluth.
Teasing a girl with competitive chicken tossing and then not delivering is just cruel.
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#1. We’re spending Thanksgiving Day with friends this year and along with my luscious crabmeat toasty appetizers and a cappuccino mousse trifle dessert, I was asked to bring… are you sitting down?
Green bean casserole. 🤢
While I’ve been known to make that abomination (for certain spouses who shall remain nameless) I can’t say I’m a fan. So I searched high and low for a recipe that would make it more palatable.
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I found one for the crock pot that sounded much better than the original. Fresh beans, fresh mushrooms, heavy cream, fresh garlic and thyme etc.
It was a bit of a pain to make and littered my kitchen with dirty dishes… but thankfully I did a dry run a few days ago before I served it to the group.
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Sadly, the trash can was the only appropriate place for it. Blech! How something so promising could taste so horrible is beyond me.
I shall now be making the original bowl of slop that everyone expects.
Clearly it can’t be improved.
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#2. I heard that Paul Rudd had been voted Sexiest Man Alive in People magazine. I can’t say I agree, but I won’t argue with this logic:
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#3. I believe I have officially reached the point of no return on the less than graceful decline into old age. I know this because the only way I can remember to add a song to my iPod is to take a picture of my car radio when it’s playing.
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And yes, I said iPod.
Told you I was old.
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More snippets from my new favorite book.
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You’re welcome.
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Well that gives new meaning to Celine Dion’s Titanic song doesn’t it….
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No doubt!
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I do love a catchy chapter title.
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And finally….
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If a hot poker up the rear passage doesn’t raise you from the dead? Nothing will.
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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?
There’s kitty ice cream.
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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…
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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.
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Oh, if looks could kill.
Quick, get him some feline wine.
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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.
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Is that just me…?
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My booze moose came in the mail Saturday.
And I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a puzzle .
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This is the type of thing that makes the spatial reasoning challenged among us break into a cold sweat.
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Oh! The horror.
But I wanted to surprise the husband so I dove right in….
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And soon, a boozy moose appeared.
Was I disappointed in the lack of decent beer portrayed? Yes.
Busch Light and Coors Light will never pass our beer fridge’s portals.
Nope. Never. Not happening.
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I’ve determined the best place to hang him is on the big barn doors that are no longer doors. The husband’s warped antique mirror will have to be relocated…
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And his English pub ring toss game might be an issue.
Because while the booze moose is fun, it’s not what you would call solidly constructed. One errant ring toss could ruin him.
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This will require deep thought, so for now…..
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He’s just bellying up to the bar.
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