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Because I’m here to add more uselessness to your life.
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We used to a family of crows in our backyard. They’d visit the bird feeders and eat seed that had fallen on the ground.
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Whew.
Now I’m twice as glad I made friends.
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Sheb Wooley was right!
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I really don’t care. And even if it can, that seems like an awful waste of time and money.
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Great. Something else to worry about…
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I don’t know about you…
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But I don’t think trusting AI with deep space diplomacy is a very good idea.
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Because news you can use is so boring.
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Sure.
Nothing will go wrong there…
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Now that’s a bizarre headline if ever I saw one.
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My nipples have never felt imprisoned, but maybe that’s just me.
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There’s an article I am not going to explore further.
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What is this ongoing obsession with Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce? A singer is dating a football player and I couldn’t care less…. but a good number of Americans think it’s a deep state conspiracy. I simply don’t get it.
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Yeah, I hate when that happens. If only he’d befriended a wombat instead..
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It was a beautiful clear, cool day and I wanted to take a drive along the coast. So of course we went antique shopping instead.
And were greeted by some very pricey little green men at our first stop.
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$950 per seemed a tad high to me. But you have to admit they’d spark more conversation than that coffee table book about the Renaissance.
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This first store was overloaded with crap. And my husband dove right in.
Disagree with my crap description? Think the store was actually filled with treasure?
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There was a stack of cardboard rose boxes for floral delivery. All empty.
Treasure me that.
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Chairs?
There were a few.
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The only thing I liked was this Grateful Dead 40 year anniversary poster but the hubs wouldn’t let me hang it in the man cave so there it stayed.
Did he leave the store empty handed?
Please.
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He bought this old wagon wheel jack (left) and placed it next to his other old wagon wheel jack (right) in the barn.
If only we had a wagon….
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My state has a vaccination rate of 80% for eligible citizens for which I am quite grateful.
I do however, relate to good ole Mona a little more than I did in the past.
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Global plagues are Hell on the waistline.
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And it won’t be that far from the truth.
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Amen to that.
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And can we really blame them?
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We had an odd sun reflection in our living room last week.
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Strange coincidence … or alien targeting technology?
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Time will tell.
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Martin, I immediately thought of you. But, blech! It’s still a giant no from where I’m sitting.
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A few of my friends might get this for Christmas. You know who you are… but what makes it odd is the label. ‘Nice Stuff For Mom’. I don’t know about you, but I never tipped back half a dozen martinis with my mother.
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And finally, anatomically correct beer glasses. While I can almost see the appeal of the female version…. the hourglass figure makes for a good grip… the male glass is more than a trifle disturbing.
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I woke up this morning to proof of late night visitors.
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Thankfully they weren’t the kind who deploy the anal probe….
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But it does look like they surveyed the Barn Mahal.
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And who could blame them?
Heated winter space with a fully stocked beer fridge is a hard thing to resist for any species…
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Because laughing beats the alternative.
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Please. I’m begging you…
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Anal probe be damned. A day out is a day out.
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Thank you Hubert.
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How about we pee on everyone who refuses to wear one? That might change some minds.
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Run, chicken!
Run!
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Don’t laugh, by January this might be a reasonable option.
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Proof positive Covid is affecting everyone.
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There was a post on our local Facebook page the other day and I thought it warranted a second look.
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Strange signs appearing on your lawn?
My town has an answer.
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Makes sense.
Pee here! Not there…
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I think we all know a few candidates who should have been left far, far behind.
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Bub.
It’s a Maine thing… never mind.
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Aliens!
That’s a blog worthy answer right there.
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Even Google doesn’t have a clue. How often does that happen?
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Yes, he tried… and I’m going to give him points for that.
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The other day during the miraculous (and possibly orchestrated by aliens) garage clean out…. the husband tried to sell some tires.
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No, he didn’t put a price on the sign.
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And bless his heart, the pile got bigger as the day wore on because he kept finding more tires.
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He even went out and artfully arranged all the mismatched, unwanted, never fit any vehicle we owned, tires.
But alas, at the end of the day….
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They ended up in our cellar… where they’ll probably die a slow death because no one else wants our unwanted tires either.
But damn it, he tried.
And I appreciate the effort.
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