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Because laughing beats crying any old day.
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Damn. I wish I’d been in a coma.
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Buy a ridiculously expensive cat bed? The cat will prefer the box it came in every time.
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This is very true. Maybe four… tops.
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I’ll drink to that!
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I try to do mine. No matter how strongly I disagree with the ignorant f*cktards.
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Because so far, 2021 isn’t very funny.
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That looks about right.
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A groaner for sure.
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I’ve always thought hot dog ingredients fall under the “you’re better off not knowing” category.
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Well, that’s my plan.
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And we all know the sequels are always worse than the original.
Damn.
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Because we all need a little chortle now and then.
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I hear ya sister.
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This is a brilliant idea.
I shall be cc’ing the CDC immediately.
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That’s pretty much been our last 10 months. You?
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Rode hard and put away wet.
Yup.
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This is almost too true to be funny.
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Wish that happened when I tried it.
Though I do firmly believe in sanitizing from the inside out when it comes to tequila….
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Let’s start the new year laughing.
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And I did.
Yay me!
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Bet you didn’t think of that, but it’s true all the same.
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Good grief, I hope not!
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I’m nothing if not consistent.
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The only appropriate thing to do to that horrible year.
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Amen to that!
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Wherever you are and however you choose to celebrate, I hope it brings you joy. There’s been a decided lack of that this year… and I doubt I’m alone when I say I’m ready to kiss 2020 goodbye.
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Our holiday will be small and quiet, and in true 2020 fashion the only thing Santa saw fit to bring me this year was a torrential rain storm with 65 mph winds that will melt the snow, cause a power outage, and make our ceiling spout water like the Bellagio’s fountain. Good times!
But my husband and I have our health… and each other. I can’t ask for more.
So instead of boring you with some sappy Christmas post, I’ll leave you with two pictures.
1. Is it any wonder this was one of the Christmas cards I sent out this year?
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I think not.
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2. A little blast from the past…. yours truly on Santa’s lap.
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It’s the only such photo I have, as my mother told me I ditched St. Nick at a very early age and refused visits after this one. To those who know me well, this shouldn’t come as any surprise.
Ho! Ho! Hmm….
Pass the eggnog.
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Cats rule.
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Thank you kitty, I’ve always hated that elf.
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Ah, Facebook. Why your algorithms think I’m in constant need of this product is a mystery I fear I’ll never solve.
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On the bright side, packing for that trip won’t take as long this year.
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Yes Karen… He’s talking to you.
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Chicken Godzilla. Rampaging through a Christmas village near you…
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It’s 2020…. kiss your visions of sugarplums goodbye.
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Admit it, you need to laugh as much as I do.
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Yeah, I hate when that happens.
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I’ve never had the pleasure, but from the tone of the reviews…. I’m going to pass.
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Karen.
That bitch is trying my patience.
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Am I the only one who’s slightly freaked out by this…?
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Stop bogarting the Oreos fat boy. Christmas is about sharing….
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2020.
It’s the only explanation.
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Because you have to laugh. Or at least I do..
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Nothing worse than a wannabe.
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I’m not sure I needed permission, but thanks anyway.
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Poor Rexy.
How the heck did he eat a taco?
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As rabid as some people have been during this election cycle, it wouldn’t surprise me.
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True.
We were going to retire and travel. Now I get excited if the grocery store has toilet paper.
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The perfect holiday ornament for a truly shitty year.
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Let’s keep laughing for as long as we can.
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Me neither.
And that’s just wrong!
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Personally, I would love a pet skunk. They’re affectionate and trainable to a litter box. We have them visit under our bird feeders every night and they are absolutely, positively, frickin’ adorable! But Maine made it illegal to capture and de-scent the little buggers years ago, so boo to that.
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Yup.
That looks about right.
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Pulp Fiction – 2020 style.
And if you don’t believe in masks but are still responsible enough to wear one?
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Voice your protest responsibly.
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And for the record? My hips don’t either…
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But I know you do.
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Admit it, we’ve all wanted to feel a little warmer and cheesier this year.
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This gives a whole new meaning to the word shortcake.
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Skin as soft and supple as a nice juicy brain? What woman doesn’t dream of that!
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I have to admit this one might have validity. We live next to a horse farm and see our fair share of flies. A real life arcade game with salt bullets… hmm.
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