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Or maybe you can.
I won’t judge..
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The painful bit is watching it.
Yikes!
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That’s an infusion I can definitely do without.
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No doubt it was the two youngest children. They’re always brats.
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I’m speechless.
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For $200 a bottle, I want a space alien bartender pouring it as well.
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I read this the other day and have to admit I was a little jealous.
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Yes, it’s true… there is such a disorder. Something to do with fungi and bacteria in the gut turning carbs into alcohol.
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And he works in a brewery?
That kind of symmetry is rare.
🤣
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Because I’m helpful that way.
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Considering the decided lack of, I can’t say this surprises me.
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Heck, we do it for our dogs, why not ourselves?
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Oh sure, pay big bucks and end up with a week in beautiful downtown Cartagena. Don’t forget to pack your bulletproof vest.
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I’d be 103, so probably not.
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That’s the stupidest thing I’ve seen in a while, and I do these posts every week.
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Good question.
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Seems like the father of our country was the original thigh master.
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I don’t know about you but alcohol affects my workout this way…
Choices :
1. Go to the gym
2. Go to happy hour and drink $5 margaritas.
The choice is clear.
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Remember those $50 blueberry bushes we bought at the nursery?
Turns out they had the same ones at the grocery store for $25.
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The husband couldn’t resist.
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There are days when I prefer to soak myself in alcohol, but apples and watermelons work too.
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I passed on the meatloaf mountain. Bread and potatoes? That’s a bit much.
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Here’s the Junior chuck, just chillin’ on the deck landing.
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Probably still full from all those flowers he devoured.
😖
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Oh those pesky algorithms.
You click on one pickle martini recipe for blog fodder and then bam! Before you know it?
You’re pickled.
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My Jameson will never be shot out of a hollow pickle.
Nope. Not happening.
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For the love of all that’s holy.
No.
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I beg to differ.
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You can’t use it, but read it anyway.
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Now that was one busy woodpecker!
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Seems like terrible waste of alcohol to me, but yes. You can.
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I don’t know about you, but I’m quite glad humans can’t regenerate. Think how many women Donald Trump could grab with all those extra appendages.
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Wow. That’s taking hide and seek to a whole new level.
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Of course they do. Though I’m not sure what the tax rate for blackmail is this year…
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Most years I wouldn’t have given this article a second thought.
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But with a lawn comprised mostly of brown grass and numerous half dead flower beds? It caught my eye.
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Interesting….
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Who knew gin could solve my garden woes?
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Drunks fare better than abstainers? Anyone who’s seen me navigate icy winter sidewalks after a few cocktails could have told you that.
😉
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Just when I thought the crazy lack of products was over. ..
Toilet paper is back in abundance, as is flour since the crazy Covid bakers have returned to buying their rubber loaves of Wonder Bread.
But now?
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Chicken tenders? I can live without ‘em. Cream cheese? Can’t stand the stuff. Fresh fruit? We’re not seeing any shortages up here. Maple syrup? I live in Maine… people have barrels in their cellars.
But then I read #5.
And shit got real.
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*Gulp*
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Phew! It’s not the booze, just the packaging?
No problem.
Bring your own bucket works for me.
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Our pilgrimage to the Tamworth Distillery was a success.
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And yours truly has laid in an ample supply of her favorite plum gin. (Ample as long as my husband has learned his lesson and stops offering it to every Tom, Dick and Harriet who cross the man cave threshold that is. )
I picked up another treat while we there…
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Because if you’ve never had a crusty wheat loaf made with the booze soaked grains from a distillery? You don’t know what you’re missing!
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The husband wanted a few bottles of this heavily raspberried red wine from the little winery in the woods we visited, so I’m adding another glass to the collection as well.
And because it’s always a good idea to keep your local bartender happy?
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I purchased this ( oh, so tiny but ridiculously expensive ) bottle of special small batch rye as his Christmas gift.
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I should probably give him my copy of Stiff as well.
The themes seem quite similar.
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With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.
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A plant based turkey?
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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?
Not on my holiday table.
🤢
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Backyard color.
(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)
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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.
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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t care.
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I’ve always found this to be true.
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River's world..... 