Tag Archives: covid

Pandemic humor.

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Because you have to laugh. Or at least I do..

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Nothing worse than a wannabe.

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I’m not sure I needed permission, but thanks anyway.

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Poor Rexy.

How the heck did he eat a taco?

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As rabid as some people have been during this election cycle, it wouldn’t surprise me.

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True.

We were going to retire and travel. Now I get excited if the grocery store has toilet paper.

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The perfect holiday ornament for a truly shitty year.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I still need to laugh.

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You think you’ve laid in enough supplies for the next Covid wave of panicked shoppers? Just imagine how much triple ply Charmin ole Rex would have needed.

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That’s a distinct possibility.

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Another possibility. At least in my neck of the woods.

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That sounds like good advice.

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Protection.

It’s not just for penises anymore…

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Products we all need. Or not.

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Does anyone really need a shower curtain of mushroom derrières?

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No. But you have to admit it does provide a striking visual.

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I know we’ve all gotten lazy, and gardening inside is bad enough… but now there’s an app that allows you to sit on your couch and grow tomatoes with your phone?

Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.

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I laughed at this one, but when the winter Covid surge rolls around and all the grocery stores are out of TP again?

It might be a suitable alternative.

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Okay, that one I might have to buy.

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Pandemic humor.

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Let’s keep laughing for as long as we can.

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Me neither.

And that’s just wrong!

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Personally, I would love a pet skunk. They’re affectionate and trainable to a litter box. We have them visit under our bird feeders every night and they are absolutely, positively, frickin’ adorable! But Maine made it illegal to capture and de-scent the little buggers years ago, so boo to that.

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Yup.

That looks about right.

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Pulp Fiction – 2020 style.

And if you don’t believe in masks but are still responsible enough to wear one?

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Voice your protest responsibly.

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And for the record? My hips don’t either…

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Random drivel.

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Before walking to the mailbox yesterday, I was unaware a voting report card even existed.

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But huzzah!

I think I got an A.

And if there’s anything better than walking into your local grocery store and finding the Kool Aid man wearing a hat full of handmade hedgehogs?

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I’m sure I don’t know what it is.

Now, I don’t claim to be the brightest bulb in the pack…

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But I’m not so dim that I get easily confused by plaid. (Unless I’m throwing back shots. When that happens, I can barely figure out how to open my purse.)

And finally, Maine.

We rarely make the top of any list unless it’s moose or lobster centric so I was quite pleased to see we were number 2 in the fewest amount of Covid cases from June to mid October.

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In case you don’t see your state, here’s the other half of the list.

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North Dakota is the worst in the nation?

I admit that surprised me.

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CSA, chili and our local pub.

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Our weekly CDA is winding down for the year, but the harvest is still plentiful.

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Peppers, turnip, ginger, Korean melon, spinach, salad greens, kohlrabi, radishes, chard, celery, dill and yes. Some awful version of kale.

Our weather has started to change and we’re feeling some delightfully brisk and crisp air. When that happens?

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It’s time for a big pot of homemade chili. And a trip to our local pub.. at an off hour when no one is there. Perfect.

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On the menu? Duck wings with sweet Thai chili sauce.

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Tis the season.

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And thanks in part to my suggestion… okay my endless badgering, whatever!… the owner has agreed to run weekly cocktail specials. He even bought a lovely coffee table book of choices for me to peruse.

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Keep the customers happy.

And the really good customers like me? Keep them soused, they complain less that way.

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Random musings…

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Telemarketers have gotten clever over the past few years. They spoof actual businesses and use real people’s names with local numbers to trick you into answering.

Last month our caller ID came up with my own name and number. Though why I needed to call myself has yet to be determined.

Last week?

This:

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It’s like they’re not even trying anymore.

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Covid warnings, Maine style.

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Deer and fading backyard foliage, just because.

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Damn.

I knew I shouldn’t have let my National Geographic subscription expire. Slutty ostriches would have been a good read.

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Deep fried pickled asparagus is not my idea of an acceptable appetizer, but they’re very popular at our local pub right now.

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This describes our current weather quite well. Something for everyone.

And finally, fluffle.

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Because we all need a tad more cuteness in our life right about now.

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