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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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After waiting a month and a half for construction to start…
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Our rarely seen contractor is really picking up the pace. I’m starting to think he might be an elf, as we never actually catch him working.
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All the facing boards and bottom moulding are in place…
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And it won’t be long before we’re bellying up for our inaugural beverage. Ironically right after we discovered the new updates a friend and his son showed up to check the progress.
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They hadn’t been here in months and were shocked at the transformation.
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Darts were played.
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Beer was imbibed.
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And shock was expressed that still live rounds were prominently displayed.
🤣
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He already bought the big screen tv.
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And the microwave and the coffee maker.
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He bought the full size refrigerator and is building a bar.
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So is it any surprise he made me go shopping for a mini beverage fridge to put behind that bar the other day?
No. It is not.
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Things got quickly out of hand when he was looking at these….
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At $1,200 per unit.
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But I managed to reign him in and only come home with the one on the left… which, while not a total victory? Was still something to celebrate.
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It was recently brought to my attention that our barn was in need of comfortable seating in which to kick back after a vigorous session of drinking. And to that I say…
I’m way ahead of you.
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Okay, so it’s actually just the porch furniture we store inside every winter… but I’m thinking come spring, when it heads back outside? Two leather club chairs with a small table in between.
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Husband hung a few appropriate signs behind the (soon to be bar) the other day.
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Armpit lemon? Remind me not to over indulge in Puerto Rico.
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A no sewing required spot was found for the husband’s assorted patches.
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And a few more photos were carefully hung… while standing on a safe.
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As you can see, I have arrived … and finally been given representation in the man cave.
Yay me.
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A magnetic bottle opener was installed on the staircase.
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And a recent antique store purchase was displayed.
It’s time for Name That Crap!
What is it?
(Kerry, you be quiet. 😉)
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Because thankfully I can still laugh.
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Dogs are thrilled their owners are staying home. Cats? Not so much.
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*Shudders at the thought*
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It’s been a rough year for everyone.
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Thank God we have a refrigerator in the barn filled with tests.
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No comment necessary.
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Feed me Seymour!!!
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No, not that kind.
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This kind:
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Ring the Bull is a traditional hook and ring game played in sports bars, ski lodges and quaint watering holes all over the world.
And it has a very long history in British pub culture.
In fact, legend has it that English Crusaders brought the game back from Jerusalem in the 12th century.
If you happen to play Ring the Bull at Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, the oldest inn in England (1189 AD), you just might be experiencing the true origins of this game.
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Ringing the Bull (also known as Ring Toss or Hook and Ring) is a simple game in concept, but it definitely takes some skill and requires careful concentration. The hallmark of any great bar game.
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In most set ups, the metal ring is attached to a rope, hanging from a ceiling by a rafter or other means. The object of the game is then to swing the ring and try to land it on the hook.
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This game looks simple but can be challenging.
And after a few toddies? It’s damn near impossible… at least for me.
Of course after a set number of toddies walking and talking is as well, so what do I know?
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Are we the only people who wait for a wind driven snow to make an hour long trip to the nearest military exchange to buy beer?
Probably.
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But look! They sell beer soap too.
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As well as this evil spirit I discovered when we lived down south.
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Purple Passion was my neighbor’s favorite and when I drank 5 or 6 of them because they tasted like Kool Aid? I was sorry.
Very, very sorry.
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Beer shopping with my husband sometimes gets out of hand.
7 six packs and a case of hard cider later?
He came home with a little something extra for the barn.
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*Gulp*
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Our search for 30 inch tall bar chairs has begun.
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And it’s not going well.
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24 inch counter height chairs abound.
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But apparently no one else (builds a two story barn with a farmer’s porch for storage, decides they rather have a spectacular man cave, spends endless months and thousands of dollars making it attractive, contracts out construction of a full bar and) needs taller than normal chairs.
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11 furniture stores later?
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Liquid sustenance at our local pub, and the husband came home with these instead.
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I’m seriously beginning to wonder if he’s going to live out there.
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Christmas is right around the corner and you need a gift for that certain tipsy someone. Allow me to put forth a few suggestions…
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40 bottles should satisfy even the most hardcore wino on your list.
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Wine on the go? It’s definitely an upgrade from that brown paper bagged Manischewitz and Boones Farm you drank as a teenager.
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Because who among us hasn’t lost a perfectly good glass of the grape in the grass?
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Sipping while dipping?
Sign me up.
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I’ve actually tried these, they’re brilliant.
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I’m so down with this. A carry on margarita is a beautiful thing.
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This looks like an intriguing way to chill your beer.
And they can double as drum sticks when Back in Black comes on the radio. A win win.
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The man cave refrigerator came in a week earlier than planned and my husband rushed right out to the store to pick it up.
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We had our doubts it would fit through the small door…
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But the husband managed to wiggle it in.
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And then refused my help….
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While proceeding to crab walk it across the floor.
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Packing removed..
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And plugged in..
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It was determined to be the perfect repository for the husband’s delicate handmade airplane.
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Let the stocking begin!
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*gulp*
Perhaps we should have bought a bigger one.
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