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Autocorrect can bit me.

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Why is it that technology designed to make our life easier always turns out to be a right royal pain in the as?

Yes, I typed ass… but autocorrect switched it to as. In addition to being annoying, my autocorrect is also a potty mouth censor. And fur the duration of this pist, I will be leaving the changes it makes to prove my point.

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That helps somewhat. To be honest, it’s the only reasonable explanation why every single time I type “for” it comes up fur.

And “post” is changed to pist. (Pist. That isn’t even a word! Which it damn well knows because every time it makes the switch the word comes up underlined. WTH?)

“Doesn’t” ? That’s changed to Durant. (Who is Durant? And why dues he keep wanting to appear in my pists?)

Dues! Geesh, that’s a brand new one. Clearly I have angered the autocorrect Gods.

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Yes, I know I can turn off the option in settings. But there’s a twisted part of me that’s stubborn enough to want to win the battle. If I disregard the changes often enough maybe, just maybe…that little drunken elf will sober up.

Too much to hope fur?

Probably. But hope springs external.

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Things that made me look twice.

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Word of warning. Be careful when you write a blog about your acupuncture treatment.

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You never know who might drop by to comment.

The following photo is an advertisement I saw on my FB feed. At first glance I thought… no. That can’t be what I think it is..

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I was wrong.

It was exactly what I thought it was.. and now my only question is wtf?

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Wow.

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The piece of jewelry no woman wants.

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Men? I’m going to give you a little free advice so listen carefully.

I believe I speak for all women when I say we don’t want this.

We don’t this for our birthdays. We don’t want this for our anniversaries. And we definitely don’t want this for Valentines Day.

Uh uh.

Nope.

No way.

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The fact that this abomination is listed as “low in stock” is proof positive men are basically clueless gift givers and will benefit enormously from reading my blog.

Please spread the word.

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A query.

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To tag or categorize… that is the question.

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As you know, I tend to be a prolific blogger. Since the global plague threw a monkey wrench in our retirement and travel plans… I’ve posted twice a day and disproved the old adage ‘less is more ’.

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But back to my question…

When you write a blog, do you tag or categorize? And what’s the difference?

My previous blog sites only offered tagging, so that’s what I’ve been doing since migrating here … but I’m wondering if I should categorize instead. Will more readers find my treasure trove of useless nonsense fascinating posts that way?

Dazzle me with your vast knowledge on the subject dear readers…

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Does a moose drool?

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The staircase in the man cave/Barn Mahal has been put into service as an impromptu bulletin board.

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Photos, stickers, and funny cards have begun to surround the magnetic bottle opener.

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The husband has had this one since he was 25 years old. He thought it was funny then…

Now? Not so much.

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That gem was lodged inside an old book he bought at an antique store.

But back to the title of my post.

Does a moose drool?

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Thanks to my blogging friend mistermuse, I can authoritatively say yes…. at least in Missoula Montana where the Big Sky Brewery produced a beer whose label was saved and thoughtfully mailed to yours truly.

It’s the perfect addition to a Maine bar… and I’m sure we will now be the envy of all our friends.

👍

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Stiff… the finale.

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It shouldn’t surprise you to learn that it took me longer to blog about this book than it did to read it.

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To be honest, I blew through it in a day…. but I figured not everyone would enjoy that high a level of corpse saturation, so I’ve spread the snippets out over time.

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Placenta cocktail?

I can honestly say even I will never be that desperate for a drink.

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Though I could totally rock that hat..

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Powdered human penis?

The key words here are “taken with alcohol”. Geesh, I would hope so.

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And to think the only thing my husband took home all these years was post it notes.

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Bite me Duluth Trading…

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I knew when I clicked that stupid disembodied nostril Duluth Trading Company ad for underwear the other day I would regret it. I knew it… and I did it anyway for the sake of a blog laugh.

Now, I pay the price.

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Yes, the algorithms have kicked in with a vengeance.

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I know that particular item is meant for your shoes to provide traction in the snow, but admit it. You visualized the same kinky S&M corset I did on first glance too … right?

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Unless you need a gift for Tiny Tim’s grandson, I can find no reasonable explanation for that product.

And finally after all those bombs, I saw something I would actually consider buying.

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A chicken flicker.

It’s like darts, with poultry. Perfect!

I was picturing hours of slightly intoxicated fun in the man cave and then…

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Way to go Duluth.

Teasing a girl with competitive chicken tossing and then not delivering is just cruel.

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I Need You.

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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.

I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.

I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.

This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.

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