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Do I need to research Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s family tree?
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I do not. But kudos to the marketing genius who came up with this. I’m sure they’re making a fortune.
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I do happen to be a Rolling Stones fan, RIP Charlie Watts, but that’s a big no on the lips and tongue bottle of whiskey.
And on further examination? It’s a good thing I don’t want to add one to the man cave bar.
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65,000 euro? Holy guacamole Batman… that’s a seriously pricey sip!
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Never let it be said I don’t have well fed woodchucks.
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As you can see, the proof is in the pudding.
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Or in momma chucker’s case, the apples and salad scraps.
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Any way you look at it..
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That’s one fat mother chucker.
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After a very enjoyable respite from Ball Wash ads, I thought the end of ridiculous product advertisements on my Facebook feed was in sight.
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But I was wrong.
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So very wrong.
Big Bang Ball Hammocks.
What did I do to deserve these?
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Cruising my small town’s Facebook page today, I discovered an invitation.
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I wonder if adults are allowed?
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I do love a good goat encounter.
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We’ve had a lot of mushrooms lately, but never one with dead tribble hair.
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Teachers. They educate our children and at times, take on the role of surrogate parents.
Scooping poop should not be part of their job description.
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Last week my husband came home from the store with a leash and harness for Lord Dudley Mountcatten. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea… and neither was Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Have you ever tried to put a harness on an uncooperative feline? It’s a lot like herding wombats, only bloodier.
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And while his Lordship has wanted to go outside since we got him…
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I doubt this is quite how he envisioned it.
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If looks could kill… we would have been dead on the spot.
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My husband quickly learned that walking a cat requires an infinite amount of patience.
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For every 10 steps Lord Mountcatten walked?
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He spent 10 minutes sitting, biting at the harness and glaring up at us as if to say this contraption is robbing me of my dignity, not to mention my will to live.
Making the decision to keep him housebound was hard, as all our other pets were free to roam outside. But after losing one to a speeding car and then watching Dudley run right for the road the one time he got loose, I was okay with him being under house arrest.
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I mean really, it’s not such a hardship to be waited on hand and foot by your human staff and pampered with an endless supply of catnip.
The whole walking on a leash scenario seems like the ultimate tease to me. A taste of freedom without being free. But the husband thinks it’s wonderful and plans to continue. Time will tell…
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In life, mysteries abound.
And in my state? Sometimes they’re a little odd.
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The duck, as you may have heard, stands some 25 feet tall. It floats in the harbor off of Belfast, a tiny city midway up the Maine coast and south of Bangor, having apparently appeared bobbing in the water there under cover of darkness. As if to overemphasize the message of happy playfulness its creator clearly aims to project, it has the word “JOY” written in big block letters across its big yellow chest. Ropes attached to weights appear to be keeping it anchored in place, as gawkers in boats and along the shore stare at it in wonder. No one knows who put it there, and the mystery surrounding its sudden unannounced arrival has quickly been noticed by news outlets across the country.
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The yellow waterfowl emblazoned with the word “joy” appeared in Belfast Harbor over the weekend, and it’s a mystery who put it there.
Harbor Master Katherine Given told the Bangor Daily News that the 25-foot-tall duck doesn’t pose a navigational hazard, so there’s no rush to shoo it away. She added she heard rumors the duck floated from the town of Islesboro, south of Belfast.
“Everybody loves it,” Given said. “I have no idea who owns it, but it kind of fits Belfast. A lot of people want to keep it here.”
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I tried to get my husband to take a ride up there. But driving an hour and a half to take pictures of a giant rubber ducky was not high on his list of required weekend activities.
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But damn.
Talk about a missed opportunity.
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Inter species meetings happen quite often in our backyard.
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Sometimes these end peacefully.
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Other times not.
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The not requires turning on three Scentsy burners and multiple fans.
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This was definitely a not.
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I read a disturbing article the other day. And while I may not be the most trendsetting, up to date person on the planet…. I have to ask.
Is this a thing?
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Forget about the charges and legal proceedings…. ‘semen terrorism”? Do men really go around ejaculating on unsuspecting women’s purses and coats?
WTH!
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Property damage or sex crime… whatever. Apparently South Korea is having an epidemic of men hiding cameras in women’s bathrooms and hotel rooms as well. But the semen thing? Come on, that’s beyond disgusting.
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In May, a male civil servant was sentenced to a fine of 3 million won on charges of “property damage” for ejaculating inside his female colleague’s coffee tumbler six times over the course of six months. The court judged that his actions “ruined” the utility of the container.
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Yes. That’s the issue.
A ruined coffee mug.
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We took a drive out to Harpswell for a waterfront meal the other night.
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To a great restaurant at one of our favorite locations.
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Dolphin Marina.
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It’s an out of the way place…
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With wrap around coastal scenery.
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Unfortunately it was Saturday night, the tourists were thick and the wait for an outdoor or water view table was over an hour. And if you’ve ever gone out to dinner with my husband, you know that means forgoing the views and eating at the bar.
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I was disappointed, but a few Honey Gin Slippers later?
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Life was good.
Dolphin is famous for their epic blueberry muffins which are served with every meal.
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Luckily my other half didn’t eat his and I had it for breakfast the next morning.
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Dinner started with garlic and white wine mussels for hubby.
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And a lovely lemony Caesar salad for me.
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The husbands Parmesan crusted haddock was tasty but surprisingly thin.
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But my pan seared scallops with basil cream sauce and asparagus on homemade pasta was stellar.
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So if you’re ever in the area, drop in.
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But go off season…. when you can get decent seating and enjoy a better view than the bartender and a row of empty bottles.
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(Extra points for anyone who can name the movie from which I pilfered my post title.)
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This isn’t the greatest picture…
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But it’s literally the only one I’ve been able to get of momma and all four of her offspring. (Plus a grey squirrel interloper.)
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And here are the quads…
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Jostling for prime apple position.
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They’re comical to watch.
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And squabble like any other bunch of siblings.
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