Ours certainly doesn’t earn his keep, but we love him all the same.
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Yes, Maine is famous for something other than lobsters and Stephen King. It’s a bright red hot dog with a thick skin that snaps when you bite it. Can’t say I’m a fan, but natives love them.
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Finding out they’re going to be dyed with these insects?
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Makes me twice as glad I don’t eat them.
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In the 70’s?
That sounds about right.
And speaking of the 70’s…
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Lord, I hated that rope.
Don’t think I ever made it all the way to the top.
And as for the mat, I think we bounced easier back in those days.
Yes, that’s a Maine temperature reading on our deck. The mandevilla love it, but I certainly don’t.
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What I did love was my husband, immediately pulling over to the side of the road to help this young man who was delivering heavy metal sheets of roofing to a job site. The poor kid turned a corner and out they flew, onto the road with cars flying by and going out of their way to avoid him. The panels were heavy and he couldn’t lift them by himself…
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And I swear he’d still be there if my husband hadn’t stopped.
Most people suck.
I married a good one.
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Rewarding my husband’s good deed, we had lunch at one of his favorite spots. My first cocktail?
A watermelon cucumber cooler – cucumber infused gin, watermelon juice, lemon juice, salted basil simple syrup topped with sparkling water.
Perfect for summer and absolutely delicious.
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Cocktail number two?
A guava daiquiri – rum, guava puree & lime juice.
Tasty, but a little too sweet.
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Fried haddock bites for me.
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Lobster bisque, not pictured, and a lovely strawberry and basil with chicken salad for him.
