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The tiles don’t lie.

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My weekly skunking of the husband at Scrabble in the Barn Mahal continues. And now? Even the tiles are getting in on the fun…

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Yes, those were really the letters I drew. And it’s pretty much what I did to the husband in game number one.

Not to be out done, our second game’s tiles had their say as well.

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My last four letters said it all.

Sorry, dear. I only do what the tiles tell me…

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Is it wrong?

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Is it wrong that I’m taking great pleasure from whipping my other half in our weekly Scrabble games in the Barn Mahal?

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Round after round.

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Day after day.

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Do I chortle every time it happens? Yes.

But come on… he skunks me at pool. He murders me at darts. I don’t think I’ve ever beaten him at Monopoly, Risk or chess. But when it comes to contests of trivia or anything word related?

I rule.

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And yes, I take perverse pleasure in the victories.

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And now we throw sharp objects at a wall.

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The man cave has a pool table.. and will soon be filled with beer.

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So naturally it needs sharp projectiles.

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And a regulation distance marker to stand behind when hurling them.

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Why not the sign we bought after we literally stood on the corner in Winslow Arizona?

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Dart board cabinet installation complete….

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The husband proceeded to kick my ass in our inaugural game.

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Yes, that’s a triple 20 pointer…. twice. But splitting the damn dart?

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No one likes a show off.

And during game number two?

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He did it again.

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Hell, after a toddy or two I’m lucky if I can hit the wall, no less aim for and hit the same spot.

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As evidenced by this shot that stuck in the floor.

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Cheers!

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Damn. We always miss the good stuff…

 

Since the virus apocalypse has killed our beloved Red Sox season this year, it’s been a struggle to find alternative viewing when we’re in the mood for something competitive.

So imagine my dismay when I realized we’d missed an entire day of stellar sporting events….

 

 

Damn it!

You know that was a nail biting, edge of your seat good time.

And if it wasn’t bad enough we missed the spitters?

 

 

Yes.

We missed that too.

In fact, we missed an all star line up of great competitions.

 

 

Cheese rolling and stone skipping?

Be still my heart.

 

 

Stupid robots and slippery stairs?

These are probably future Olympic events!

And we missed them.

 

Damn…..

 

Living in Maine affords it’s residents numerous opportunities to attend fabulous competitive events. There are lobster trap runs, belt sander races, frying pan hurls, skiing Santa races, rubber duckie races and pumpkin drops. We even host the North American Wife Carrying contest.

But this year I missed a new one.

 

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I missed it!

The social event of the season…. and I missed it.

 

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Who knew you could have so much fun with a zucchini?

 

 

Besides that guy.

 

 

And okay, maybe her.

But either way, I missed a stellar event and will have to be sure and mark my calendar for next year.

Zucchini racing.

Coming to a track near you.

There’s a first time for everything.

 

Last month? It was my first time at a barrel racing competition.

If you know me, you know I’m not the yeehaw rodeo girl type. I don’t do twangy Grand Old Opry music and I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots. But the sister of a friend…. who is 53 and recently went through a bad breakup…. did what any lonely single woman does at that age.

She got a horse.

 

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To be precise, she rescued a 17 year old horse who was being neglected and half starved at a highly suspect stable.

It’s been a long slow road back to health, but their bond is strong.

 

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And in just 2 years she’s learned not only how to ride, but how to barrel ride and compete…. so we had to show up in support.

 

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Horses and horse trailers lined the field.

 

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And this darling little fellow who lives at the neighboring farm strolled the grounds looking for handouts and treats.

Clearly I wasn’t the only one who thought he was sweet. This man followed him around with a GoPro and went in for a serious close up.

 

 

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The event was late in starting…

 

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But her horse was chill… and took a nap.

 

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Our dinner reservations were for 7:15 and the normal competition schedule was switched to let the children’s division go first….. so we only got to see one round with our friend.

She’s still learning, and her horse is still underweight… but she’s getting there.

 

 

The bleachers crowd went wild!

 

 

Okay, not exactly.

 

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There was one bleacher, and the crowd consisted of one family with a screaming child …. but the 4 legged beggar who found some spilled popcorn looked excited.

Still, it was fun….and we hope to go again when we can stay longer.

Although from the decibel level and type of  music that plays constantly in the background?

I might need a cooler full of alcohol next time.

 

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Yes, I thought you might….