Today is Father’s Day and it’s time to honor dear old dad. The man who’s always got your back. The grill master. The king of lame jokes. The guy who thinks he rocks that Members Only jacket. And what better way to say you love and appreciate dad than a gift?
Okay, so the father in question doesn’t actually have human children? No problem. I’ve got you covered.
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Coffee mugs from your furry four footed overlord.
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And in case you think we’re too cat-centric here at River’s World…
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There. Proof positive there’s a perfect gift for every dad.
What passes for news in my little corner of the world might seem silly to some….
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But I like to think of our Facebook page as the New York Times of happy living.
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You’ll be glad to know this crisis was averted.
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I’m not sure if this a thing in your area, but in Maine late spring means it’s time to thin and divide the perennials. Some people sell them in their front lawn, but more often than not the bounty is simply shared.
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Go home Freyr. I don’t care how tasty the tuna is down the road.
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That’s one fluffy little cock.
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Damn. No one ever drops roosters off at our house.
It feels like it’s almost over, but I still want to laugh.
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I hate when that happens.
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A little regional humor. But no less true…
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This was precisely the reason we chose our current home. I know we technically have neighbors, but not seeing them makes them makes my fondness for them grow.
But there’s a reason I have a permanent dent in my right shoulder and tend to list a little to that side.
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Cross off the always annoyed and it’s a perfect description of me in the past year. Sigh…
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We cat people pretend our feline overlords feel deep affection for us…. but it’s just as likely they’d eat us if we dropped dead on the living room floor.
When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..
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For which our cat is quite thankful.
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Have you hugged your feather today?
( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.
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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.
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