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Julia Child had an interesting idea combining turkey, duck and chicken… but I think this dessert might just have her beat.
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Take your Turducken and stuff it…
I bring you Piecaken!
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Two pies. A cake. Frosting. And apple filling.
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For the person who wants a little taste of everything… not to mention a diabetic coma… in one bite.
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I have to say this was the weirdest book I’ve ever read.
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I don’t know what possessed me to pick up a book about corpses off the library’s fundraising sale table, but I’m glad I did.
It was quite…. educational.
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Dead people can fart.
You heard it here first.
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I don’t think it’s a stretch to say I immediately related to this author. She and I are basically twins. Sarcastic, and semi alcoholic.
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There you go, men.
A little something to look forward to after you’re gone.
On second thought… little might be the wrong word.
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We recently discovered a branch of my husband’s family owned a farm in a nearby town back in the day. A long lost relative even showed us a picture.
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Interested in the history, I did some research to try to find its exact location.
Due to my superior sleuthing, I found it.
Problem is, I was 70 odd years too late.
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In the town’s historical society, I found this picture of it burning to the ground in 1951.
Shame, that. It looked like a lovely place.
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Calm down, I’m not talking about this kind of moose…
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I’m talking about this kind:
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Damn right I do. But drinking in the man cave will be so much better with a moose head made from beer and liquor cardboard boxes for company.
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I could have gone with the deer…
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Or the eagle.
But this is Maine. It had to be the moose.
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It should be here next week.
Here’s hoping it’s half as much fun as the pictures.
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Our resident juvenile red tail hawk dropped by the other day.
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He uses our backyard bird feeders as a training ground for hunting, but that afternoon he was perfectly happy hanging out on the back deck railing.
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Until he spied Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalking him from the window behind the couch.
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Then it was bye bye birdie…
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A few odds and ends today… like this jewel from our town’s dump recycling barn. They have a section they call the “gift shop” and you never know what you’ll find.
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There’s only one. You’d better be quick.
Next was a picture I took in the rest room at my acupuncturist’s office.
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If someone is going to stick you full of needles, it’s nice to know they have a sense of humor.
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I wouldn’t doubt this.
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That is one seriously prepared for winter squirrel!
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Ouch!
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😳
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I have to laugh at the plethora of things that are flying around my town lately.
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CMP, Central Maine Power… otherwise known as the company everyone loves to hate. They rarely get anything right, and freeing a kite from a power line to get it stuck in a tree sounds like something they would do.
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Another lost kite. This one is pretty fierce, I might have been tempted to keep it.
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We’ve had some odd things blow onto our lawn, but never a tent.
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Storage sheds are also flying.
I really need to pay more attention to the skies around here…
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Admit it, you have at least one crazy friend.
You know the one I’m talking about. They’re a little off the rails and do things you would never even dream of.
Wild? Maybe.
Entertaining? Most certainly.
Case in point: one of mine, whom we shall call P.
I grew up with P… and while we weren’t extremely close, I still consider her a childhood friend.
So when I heard she got back at a cheating boyfriend by breaking into his house and cutting his bed in half with a chainsaw?
I can’t say I was surprised.
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While I don’t condone the dangerous behavior?
I have to say, I do admire her chutzpah.
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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.
I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.
I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.
This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.
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