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*Title is an archaic reference to a classic game show. Kudos if you know which one.*

Oh, be quiet.

The point of this blog? WordPress followers. I know most of you probably don’t pay attention to your list, but I do and conduct daily removals of all businesses and bots. I don’t need car insurance, yoga pants, a kale soufflé recipe or a 5 step program to be a better me. This me is as good a me as I’m ever going to get. Someday someone will explain to me why so many of these people/machines feel the need to follow me over and over again.

Dairy products? Perhaps she/it wants to hug a cow…

Furniture? Clearly someone/thing enjoyed my leather chair shopping saga.

Same face, three different names and sites. Zap. Zap. Zap.

And back she/it comes. No matter how many times I delete…

The next day they’re back.

So here’s my question.

What are they getting out of this? And why can’t they take the hint?

Nice try with the alcohol Paula. At least you’re getting to know me better.

The Barn Mahal is the gift that keeps on giving. It grows. It changes. It morphs into something I no longer recognize as a barn.

Why do I say this?

Because last week my husband took me shopping for the next addition to his man cave extraordinaire.

Yes.

He wants a refrigerator.

And because he’s a man who demands instant gratification, he wanted to go home with it that day… which we quickly discovered was impossible. Thank you Covid 19…. yet another reason you suck.

All the refrigerators pictured on this blog, every last one of the small barn appropriate models that were on the display floor?

Unavailable.

It was enough to send us to our local pub for a drink… or two, and lunch.

Which for me was a massive fried haddock sandwich with homemade onion rings. For the husband?

A tool box and the light filtering blind we bought for the window we always sit in front of. The sun shines through it something fierce and we were tired of our bartender talking to us with his hand over his eyes.