Bet you didn’t know there are so many words added to the dictionary every year did you?
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What… you don’t care? Then it’s probably better if you skip to the next blog.
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Lie in. The British phrase for staying in bed past the time you were supposed to get up. Personally I’d like to have a lie in till Covid is a thing of the past…. but that would probably require more pajamas than I currently own.
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Miniseries? This is 1963. I thought Roots was the first.
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Phat. I seem to remember that term from my misspent youth. Pretty Hot and Tempting. Though when I searched for a meme…. I got this.
Winter snow and cold has finally moved in to Maine and I for one am pleased.
It’s winter!
I want snow!
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Our deer are only coming at night now and it’s hard to get pictures through the windows.
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The least bit of movement on their part overwhelms my iPhone’s shutter and results in furry blurry blobs.
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Along with the cold and snow has come the wind, which I could actually do without. Menopausal heating only goes so far, and while I’ll walk outside comfortably in 20 degree weather with only a light shirt… the wind cuts like a knife and even my interior furnace is working overtime.
Because I’m still here and still trying to find the humor in it.
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I remember climbing over seats into the back of our station wagon and sticking my feet out the rear window while my parents barreled down the Jersey Turnpike to the shore. How the hell did any of us survive to adulthood?
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This is why we’re not traveling. People be morons.
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Now if someone could just tell me how I can apply Dizzy Izzy…. my life will be complete.
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Good grief, I hope not. That will seriously impede my martini consumption.
Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.
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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.
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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.
While cleaning out my husband’s junk drawer the other day (yes we all have them, but his had reached the point of overflow and wouldn’t shut… so intervention was necessary) I found a treasure.
Buried under the detritus of old coin wrappers, matchbook covers and dozens of scraps of paper with nameless phone numbers was this:
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Wow.
That’s my much younger husband on the right (wearing an outfit I’ve thankfully never seen him sporting) next to his cousin Cindy. Why this cringe worthy photo hadn’t previously surfaced in our 37 years of wedded bliss is a mystery…. but I’m guessing it’s a picture he wasn’t very fond of.
And that my friends is where he went wrong. Hate the photo? Get rid of it…. because if you don’t, your wife might post it on Facebook and then prominently display it in your man cave.
When we travel and drink, the husband likes to get a glass from the bars and restaurants he’s enjoyed. Since we used to do this quite often… we’ve amassed a large collection of glasses. Some of them are in the house but most of them have migrated out to the barn. And though we’ve stuffed the freezer compartment of the beer fridge with frosty ready to fill receptacles….
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There was still a large portion waiting for a home.
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And a whole lotta paper destined for the fireplace.
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Sadly the husband’s aborted little two foot shelves don’t offer much useable space.
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And once the double tap kegerator is installed things will be even tighter.
Roy Scheider was right.
We should have built a bigger bar.
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