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Did you know…
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I don’t drink Campari, and now I’m twice as glad I never did.
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Vodka cures frizzy hair? It truly is the nectar of the Gods.
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So Walgreens was built on whiskey’s back? Take 2 shots and call me in the morning.
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Good ole George. 11,000 gallons a year probably made wearing those wooden teeth a little more bearable.
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When you’re a housebound cat, squirrels on the patio furniture are the ultimate tease.
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So close!
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Poor Dudley.
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Even Momma Red got in on the game.
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His Lordship was actively cackling when she showed up.
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So close, and yet so far.
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I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.
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And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.
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Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.
So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.
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Look! They even have tee shirts.
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P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.
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Do I love a good baked potato? Of course… please pass the butter. But do I need someone’s face on my tater?
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I definitely do not.
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Best gift ever? Clearly some people don’t know how to shop.
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Whaaaat?
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Let’s wrap our minds around the idea of someone actually applying for a patent for water soluble panties in a can.
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They’re right. I love cats… but I do not love that. Not even close.
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Mother red squirrel was perched in the boxwood this morning.
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And though I could have chased her out…
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She was happily munching so I let her be.
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As long as she’s not trying to take up residence in our house again?
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I suppose I can call a temporary truce.
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We have marvelous sunsets at our house and while I try not to bore everyone with constant photos…
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Sometimes I just have to share.
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The sky was on fire.
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And if my porch furniture cushions ever come back from the seamstress who’s recovering them..
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I could enjoy more stationary viewing.
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Everywhere I looked?
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Glorious.
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Because sadly we’re still here.
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Yay! I’m in the clear.
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Sorry, I had to.
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This was quite a letdown.
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Preach, sister.
Preach!
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Cats. They’re always way ahead of the curve.
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Sink or swim. That’s pretty much where we are…
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I don’t need this…
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But I won’t judge you if it’s something you want to try.
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Who am I kidding? That sounds disgusting. And don’t even think about wiping your hands on my guest towels after you apply it.
I will hurt you.
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Good grief. Along with all the other parts of my body that are sagging…. now I have to worry about droopy gums?
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Does lip temperature change?
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Mood lipstick of the 90’s? Hell… I’m old enough to remember mood rings from the 70’s.
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Have you ever had an oh shit moment?
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The look on this woodchuck’s face says he’s about to have one.
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This is an aerial shot of my little Maine town and I dare you to say it’s not a beautiful place to live.
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This is Lord Dudley Mountcatten and he’s a bit of a goober.
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He could tuck his tail beside him, or move farther down the window to accommodate its length…. but does he? No.
Because he’s a goober.
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Our neighbor and his two teenage boys came over last weekend and ended up at the man cave pool table. Poor kids, my husband and their father were both telling them how to play and they couldn’t have been more confused.
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Does Lord Dudley need a Princess Leia donut hairdo wig?
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The answer is no.
But his mother is seriously considering the Storm Trooper catnip mice….
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Because, come on… what’s not to love?
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