Tag Archives: Easter

Random nonsense.

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Spring is just around the corner and though the temps are still cool in Maine, 90% of our snow is gone.

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Of course that doesn’t stop His Royal Highness from finding the one batch left in a shady corner and getting stuck in the middle of it.

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And since the snow has melted?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was rolling.

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In some stinky fallen bird seed and loving every messy minute of it.

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Needless to say he got a thorough brushing and wipe down before re-entering the house.

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Eggs.

It literally hurts to buy them these days. $9.09 for a dozen, $12.75 for 18.

Damn.

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The husband and I took full advantage of this primo parking spot at the grocery store the other day. Hell, with what they’re charging for eggs they should offer valet service too.

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Easter is coming.

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You’re welcome.

( hollow out eggs and mix filling with above ingredients )

😊

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That’s just wrong.

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Food. It nourishes our bodies and delights our taste buds, but sometimes? It can go horribly wrong.

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Oh no, Hell no! That nasty kale leaf will never sneak in and infect my brownies. Nope. Not on my watch.

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I only have one word for this disturbing platter of homicidal fruit.

Run! Some of those berries look positively demented.

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Easter. A day of religious celebration, fuzzy bunnies and most importantly – chocolate. And while I always thought I’d take my Easter chocolate any old way I could get it… I find eating eggs out of a rabbit’s ass to be the one line I can’t cross. ( And no, I’m not mentioning the wooden mallet you apparently use to open that ass. Nope. That’s a road I don’t care to travel )

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A prune juice mocktail. I’ll just leave that thought for further consideration.

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Random nonsense

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Invisible exercise is my favorite kind! Yes, I did 100 sit ups and 75 squats… didn’t you see me?

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I saw this on my town’s Facebook page and must investigate further. There are emus in the vicinity? Why was I not informed!

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Traumatize children and ruin Easter in one easy step. Yikes!

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I’m not sure a photograph was an entirely necessary accompaniment to this headline, but what has been seen cannot be unseen.

You’re welcome.

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I love my town … part, whatever.

 

Our town’s FB page has been filled with blog fodder lately.

Here are a few of the best…

 

 

Name That Scat?

You can’t get quality posts like this in the city.

No sir.

 

 

Damn, I wonder if that drone crackpot who wrapped himself in tinfoil lives close by?

No anal probes needed here.

 

 

This is utterly fabulous.

No joke.

 

 

Good thing the husband didn’t see this.

Free is a four letter word as far as I’m concerned.

 

 

 

Christ…

I hope not.

 

 

Our townspeople are so helpful.

Because you can never be too prepared for Zombies.

 

 

Toilet paper…

What’s that?

 

 

The Easter Bunny was spotted last month, although I’m not sure why he needed a cannon.

 

 

Thankfully this person lives on the other side of town because while tire planters are never a good idea….

Hot pink tire planters would strain even Mr. Rogers’ love for his neighbors.