Stiff…. Part 2.

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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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A missed opportunity.

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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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I bought a moose.

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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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Random silliness.

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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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Things be flyin’ in my town.

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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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We all have one.

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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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I Need You.

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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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They could be twins.

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When it comes to collecting crap stuff, my husband is the epitome of the phrase ‘the thrill is in the hunt’.

He’ll tirelessly scour flea markets and antique stores for that just right piece of crap treasure….. but once he owns it? It will languish in the closet or be left in a deserted corner to gather cobwebs.

And now?

His cat is displaying the same traits.

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Yes, that’s a half dead mouse.

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And just like his father….

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After he hunts it down, Lord Dudley Mountcatten could care less what becomes of it.

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