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Because nonsense is everywhere I look.

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I have no desire to cuddle fake bread, but if that was real? Pass the butter baby!

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Fox and chucks are still munching happily together. Guess this is what happens when you lay out an ample backyard buffet.

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I’ve been getting hundreds of junk emails lately. Somehow, someone got my address and has been flooding me with spam. ‘Stuck poop’ is an interesting enough subject line but the fact that the word ‘solder’ is in the sender’s address?

Priceless.

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This is what’s left of the pretty yellow deer proof flower I planted out back. The deer may not like it, but clearly the woodchucks did .

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Ditto that for coneflower leaves.

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I had to dig up the phlox, lupine and mallow due to voracious woodchuck appetites….

So now they’re all crowding my deck table in pots.

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The neighbor I was cat sitting for returned from vacation and brought me a thank you gift from the Wisconsin Dells.

A bag of local beer! She knows I like sours and brought me a variety to try. Some of them are wonderfully bizarre. The lime green can? A pastry sour with peach, basil, graham cracker and vanilla.

Cheers!

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