This seems a rather cold and loveless way to grow up. But then again, if you’re a teenage chameleon not having parents around to enforce curfew has it’s appeal.
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Resemblance of cartoon to actual creature?
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A little bland, but the general outline is there. I give it a 7.
As I said, my crazy calendar hasn’t been nearly crazy enough to suit me, but here are a few more tidbits from March.
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I see nothing wrong with this abnormality. Heck… it would saved me quite a few miserable nights when I was a foolish teenager who over indulged on T J Swan wine.
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Comparison of drawing to actual rabbit?
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They nailed the ears, but otherwise it looks like a bloated tick with whiskers.
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This is very true…. and if I could find my backyard video when I literally bumped into a skunk, I’d prove it. They really do look like little gymnasts when they’re pissed.
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Comparison of drawing to actual skunk?
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The tail is too small, the head is too big and we still have the bloated tick issue.
When I bought this calendar I thought it would be rife with blog fodder, but sadly… it’s not sad enough and I’ve had to wait an entire month for a worthy example.
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So after a long absence, I bring you the fly.
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I’m sure Jeff Goldblum didn’t have this problem.
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Next up is mice.
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Eat twenty times a day and still keep my girlish figure? Where do I sign up..
This month’s squirrel has been doing a little gardening.
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And while I never object to landscaping and property beautification, if she’s planting a tree next to our house for easier access…. I’ll be grabbing my ax and aiming for more than the tree.
And really, for all the aggravation our resident red bitch causes us …. I think a concert with rodent sized baby grand and vocal accompaniment is the least she can do.
In the continuing saga that is my kitchen calendar ( Bless you my loyal readers, the content here at River’s World is sometimes less than thought provoking ) we have now arrived at April.
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The rodent featured this month seems to be knee deep in a pagan celebration of spring. But seeing that we live in Maine, where May can bring snow …. our resident red bitch from Hell is probably not celebrating in kind.
No, more than likely she’s gathering up dead grasses and leaves in anticipation of building a nest for her future demon offspring in our one of our eaves.
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The battle continues.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.