Let’s play.

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Because it’s Friday, and that’s how we roll.

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I could be funny and say toilet flushing ability. Saying goodbye to the litter box would be wonderful.

I could be sentimental and say the ability to live as long as we do because losing them breaks my heart every time.

But I’m going to choose the middle road and say communication.

I’d like to be able to talk to Lord Dudley Mountcatten, to carry on a conversation and see what’s rattling around in that little feline brain of his.

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How about you?

What superpower would you like to give your pet…

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What we might take… part three.

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In my continuing search to bring something unusual to the Antique Roadshow ( should we be chosen ) I submit this possibility.

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It’s a small obscure political booklet that I can’t find anywhere online.

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Privately published in 1938 by a group of ridiculously wealthy Republicans ( one of whom my mother dated in later years ) it’s a scathing satire of FDR and his New Deal policies.

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I’ve often thought of donating it to the FDR museum at Hyde Park…

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But maybe a trip to the Roadshow should come first.

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His Lordship was not amused.

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In my husband’s ongoing quest to drag all his junk up from the cellar and scatter it around the barn (in preparation for a yard sale that will never happen) he found a toy.

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A remote control car to be precise.

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And after installing fresh batteries, he had to take it for a test drive.

And by test drive, I mean a ‘slam into all the furniture legs at top speed’ drive.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was woken from his fifth nap of the day and not at all pleased.

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There will be hell to pay for this disturbance, I guarantee it.

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Deer me.

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Our herd was back again for their nightly snack.

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This time with the funky antlered buck.

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His horns were oddly shaped all year… and now that’s he losing them, they’re even odder.

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He’s the leader of the group and doesn’t like it when the kids beat him to the food bowl.

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A well placed kick scatters the youngsters.

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And he has the bowl to himself.

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For a little while anyway.

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but be honest…. you love it.

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It also reveals you need a different hobby.

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Is this Canadian retribution for Trump’s moronic tariffs?

Time will tell.

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Even the fish knows things are bad.

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I keep reading this.

Was the nipple being held hostage? I didn’t get the memo…

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My dislike of AI continues to grow.

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Touted as a charitable event with all the money going to a good cause…. I have to admit I’d pay money to see someone thump Junior.

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Delizioso!

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A new Sicilian restaurant opened recently and you know we were all over that.

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Small and unassuming, it was packed tight with hungry customers and upon entry we were asked if we had a reservation.

For lunch.

On a Tuesday.

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We didn’t, but happily snagged the last two seats at the bar…. which is where my husband always wants to sit anyway.

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The Limoncello spritz was lovely and fit the decor perfectly.

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My arincini was too die for. Light, pillowy and perfectly prepared. The bread was freshly baked and the husband’s meatballs were juicy and correctly spiced.

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The husband had –

Canneloni Al Forno
Lacinato Kale + House Ricotta + Marinara + Mozzarella + Pecorino + Lemon Zest.

It was light and flavorful and even though it contained the devil’s weed… I liked it.

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I opted for –

Porcini Marsala*
Local Wild Mushrooms + Pecorino + Pistachio + Thyme + Busiate Pasta.

Which was absolutely divine. The flavor was amazing…rich and layered.

This place may be small and hard to get in, but we’ll definitely be back.

Yum!

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Antique teeth, weird beer, and a dead parrot.

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The husband and I visited an indoor flea market housed in an old mill recently.

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No, that’s not a rifle.

It’s an antique vacuum cleaner.

Sigh.

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A definite pass right there.

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After browsing, we dropped in to our local pub for lunch where I tried a very strange beer.

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Have you ever had a half frozen, smoothie sour ale?

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It was utterly bizarre. But tasty.

Thick and creamy are not usually adjectives I use to describe beer… but it’s a whole new world when it comes to brewing these days.

And yes, my patty melt was divine as well.

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I don’t know if this is true.

But I certainly hope so.

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Yes, I tried another Facebook recipe the other day.

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And yes…

I was disappointed.

Again.

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