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In what universe are these an acceptable substitute for Lays?
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Give me potatoes or give me death.
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Exactly!
And have you wandered down the bottled water aisle lately?
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One puts you to sleep, the other wakes you up.
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I bet this one makes you crave junk food, and I’m not talking about the beet variety.
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But is it?
Is it really….
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The husband was back at it this past weekend.
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Finishing up the (not so) temporary (not so) easy access heat blocker to the upstairs.
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By the time I walked in he had the insulation board attached to the zip siding board …
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Had rigged up small pieces of insulation board on the top step..
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And was busy stuffing Roxul in the small holes.
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And the even smaller small holes.
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Our old doe was munching under the apple trees…
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And Mike Pence was still where no one wanted him to be.
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So much stuffing.
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Please remember… when this barn was built it was not meant to be an airtight and heated space, so there’s a lot of scrambling required to make it one now.
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So when all else fails?
Caulk.
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And then, for the man who didn’t want to use insulation board?
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Another piece of insulation board.
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So yes, there’s insulation board, on top of insulation board, on top of zip siding.
I dare the hot air to seep through that!
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When that was finished and blocked off, it was time to tackle weatherstripping the porch door.
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You know, the free one he brought home from the dump. The one without a frame or threshold. The non standard size nightmare that has gaps all the way around it and at least a two inch above the floor clearance.
Good times.
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Truer words have ne’er been spoke.
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Foxes.
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Our pair has been absent of late, but now they’re back.
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Turkeys.
They’ve discovered the deer grain bowl and make short work of it.
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Riveting turkey video for your viewing pleasure.
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Blue eyed Bambi and mom.
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I hate to say it…
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But I think his/her eyes are starting to turn brown.
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I read that could happen.
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But was hoping he/she would hold on to them a little longer.
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Praise Jesus!
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Whew, I could have been stuck with 50 years worth of my husband’s nasty Cream of Wheat…. but no.
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The last item I bought was for me.
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If you’ve never tried it, you should.
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I don’t do shots very often any more… the last time I did I fell off my bar stool. Twice.
It wasn’t pretty.
But I proved the credit card companies never check signatures, so that’s something.
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I’m embarrassed to say there was no food on that bill. Which explains the less than cohesive texts I found on my phone the next morning.
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What the hell was I talking about?
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But yes, Tarantula tequila is tasty.
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And versatile.
It’s my go to margarita liquor.
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A lifetime supply sounds just about right.
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It’s now officially hunting season.
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So as much as I love seeing our big buck…
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Part of me wishes he would just stay deep under cover.
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Thankfully all our immediate neighbors post no hunting signs like we do.
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So at least our herd has a safe refuge here.
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Stay alert big guy.
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And just come out on Sunday.
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Asteroid?
Nope.
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Rise of the mammals?
Uh uh.
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What really killed the dinosaurs?
This:
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The poor bastards were eating kale.
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And it’s always bad at Casa River.
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Yesterday morning I saw that rat bastard red squirrel.
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She was running all over our roof and gutter probably looking for a way back into the house.
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I chased her off with the broom, but 10 minutes later she was back. She hung around for another half hour or so and for once….
I wish she’d stayed a little longer.
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Well, hello there.
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Your timing was awful, but please come back another day.
I have multiple squirrel recipes to share.
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While I’m all for pampering and spoiling our pets..
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No.
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Just, no.
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Bowzer’s manicure should not look better than mine… and look, even the dog hates it.
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I want to know who looked at their cat’s ass one afternoon and thought, ” Hey, that will make a great coloring book”.
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Mr. Whiskers is not amused.
And lastly, proof positive more isn’t always good… it’s just more.
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Hell, I think I’m slipping into diabetic coma just looking at that.
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That’s what I need to do.
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Because my feeders empty as soon as I fill them.
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Everyone’s trying to lay on a little extra fat for winter.
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Except me. I’m not trying… but it’s there damn it.
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Critters eat me out of house and home this time of year.
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But that’s okay.
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I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Epic fails in the kitchen. They usually happen when you’re having your MIL or the boss over for dinner.
So when I saw these online the other day? I had to share…
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Not even close.
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Funny, I’ve made this dish as well… but had no idea it was Italian.
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Recipes.
Sometimes they just like to screw with you.
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Ninja throwing apples!
I like.
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Oh, hell no!
That mouth. I just can’t…
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I’m all for making pets out of rocks, they’re so obedient. But this looks more like a creepy charcoal briquette.
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It’s official.
I will never eat sausage again.
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