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Just a few things I chuckled over this week.
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That’s me.
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Other than the last one, that’s me as well.
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No children, but you all know the mountain of crap that awaits me on my husband’s passing.
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True.
But we love them anyway.
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It won’t take long, I promise.
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That’s an easy one.
I’d trade places with any cat who ever lived with us.
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They’re loved.
(Frank)
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Well fed.
(Mr. White)
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Spoiled.
(Bubba)
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And indulged.
(Cracker)
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They also have two human servants who cater to their every whim.
(Lord Dudley Mountcatten)
So yes, I’ll say our cat.
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How about you?
What animal would you trade lives with….
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Remember the improved box cake mix recipe?
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I tried it with butter pecan.
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And while the cake didn’t seem to rise quite as high as it normally does …
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My husband raved about the texture and proceeded to eat 3/4’s of it.
Honestly? I didn’t notice much of a difference.
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I’m so sick of this AI generated nonsense.
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As if.
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This is a real cat.
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Who jumps up to sleep on the spare bed pillows….
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And is too lazy to shift when he slides down between the shams.
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I found some old military photos when I was cleaning out a drawer the other day. That’s my husband in Beirut, with the remnants of the bombed Marine barracks behind him. He removed the bodies of six Marines from the wreckage on that horrible day.
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Welcoming my guy home after a six month Med float in 1988.
Damn, we were young.
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And talk about young.
My husband, right before he went to Vietnam.
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The red b*tch is back and driving our boy crazy.
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Running across the deck railing and making Lord Dudley Mountcatten cackle in frustration.
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He was so agitated I had to take him outside for a closer look.
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He tried….
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But she’s just too quick.
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We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten because he always makes me smile.
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Kristi however, does not.
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I hate everything about Crocs.
The look, the feel…
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And I’d venture to say that cat agrees.
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Funny image, but the AI comments on the bottom are priceless.
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His Lordship attempting to climb into the fox food bag.
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Worst. Cocktail. Name.
Ever.
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Worst president.
Ever.
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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.
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My roommate put a dead (headless 🤢) mouse in my shoe.
My roommate comes into the bathroom and watches me pee.
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My roommate hides under the bed and attacks my ankles as I walk by.
My roommate likes belly rubs when he’s high on catnip.
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How about you…
What does your roommate do?
(If you’re not lucky enough to share your space with a feline, feel free to substitute dog, hamster, bird, lizard etc)
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My husband has been knee deep into his coin collection of late. Sorting, researching, pricing and organizing.
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Which means Lord Dudley Mountcatten for the assist.
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No matter how many times he’s politely relocated to another room?
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He finds his way back.
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And helps, in true cat fashion.
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It’s the price you pay for being his favorite person.
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His Lordship has discovered the joy of popping bubble wrap.
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And literally throws his whole body into it.
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Because Easter is right around the corner.
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This sounds utterly disgusting to me, and to be honest… I don’t think the Peep looked pleased either.
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I didn’t know this, but am glad I do now.
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Yes, she’s still here.
And yes, we’re still getting snow.
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I know I complain about trying Facebook recipes that never turn out as pictured…. but I dare any of you to cook a pork tenderloin that comes out like that!
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If you know, you know.
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My neighbor sent me this picture a while back. She was coming up her driveway and captured the strange cloud formation.
Very odd.
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Remember a while back when we stopped at that wonderful old general store in New Hampshire?
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Well, I finally got around to baking that bread and it was fabulous.
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Crusty and dense,…. with a big slab of butter, it was almost a meal in itself.
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Our recent dusting of snow left evidence of critter visitation overnight.
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And how cute is that.
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The verdict is in, you should get a cat.
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But not this one.
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As tax time looms, I’m just going to drop these charts.
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If they don’t make you grit your teeth, nothing will.
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I do.
I really do…
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In my husband’s ongoing quest to drag all his junk up from the cellar and scatter it around the barn (in preparation for a yard sale that will never happen) he found a toy.
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A remote control car to be precise.
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And after installing fresh batteries, he had to take it for a test drive.
And by test drive, I mean a ‘slam into all the furniture legs at top speed’ drive.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was woken from his fifth nap of the day and not at all pleased.
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There will be hell to pay for this disturbance, I guarantee it.
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