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Things Facebook wants me to wear .

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As if all the weirdo products aren’t bad enough, now Facebook wants to dress me.

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At first glance I thought that was a skirt.

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Do I want to walk around furred and feathered?

I do not.

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Gender neutral? How about plain hideous.

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I despise Crocs and have never worn one. Adding a flashlight to the toe will not change my mind.

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I’m picturing me trying to get in (or out) of this dress after a few martinis. It’s not a pretty picture..

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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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I’m a woman.

I love jewelry.

These statements are accurate. So while Facebook’s purchase suggestion was correct in theory, it was a tad off when it came to style.

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And when it came to shoes ?

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While I did appreciate the bottle opener feature, I tend to draw the line at astroturf footwear.

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Hmm… I didn’t know I wanted this either.

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But now I kind of do….

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Memories.

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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.

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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.

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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.

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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.

Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.

So many reasons for leaky eyes.

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Things Facebook think I need.

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I’m beginning to wonder exactly what kind of weirdo Facebook thinks I am.

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The husband and I will not be rocking matching bat suits anytime soon. ( Not to say we wouldn’t crush them, I simply don’t feel the need)

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This made me do a double take, and further research was warranted.

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Jeans that give new meaning to the phrase pants on fire.

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I had to laugh at this ad because I just saw the exact product at a flea market for $10. Sorry Pier One.

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I can say it. But from now on, I won’t.

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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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Facebook is always trying to sell me something. And since it depends on algorithms to choose the items … I have to wonder why it thinks I need organic underwear.

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A free range bra? That’s an oxymoron if ever I’ve heard one.

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High impact? Exactly how much impact do they think my girls experience…

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My car seats do not need a body guard. If I’m man enough to spill a drink while driving? They should just man up and take it.

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Okay, they’ve got me here.

Those are adorable.

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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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Facebook… in its infinite wisdom… has posted yet another list of ridiculous products it thinks I must buy, and this time? They’ve outdone themselves.

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Do I need to remotely drive a pile of poo?

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I most assuredly do not.

Am I ancient enough to require a ladder’s assistance to sit up in bed?

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Not quite yet.

And while a recipe book of quick cook meals does have a certain appeal…

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I doubt I need a potty mouthed granny to deliver them.

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Things Amazon thinks I need.

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Every once in a while my Facebook feed drops a list of products Amazon thinks I need to purchase. Let’s examine them shall we….

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While I’m a Star Wars fan from way back and can totally see the appeal of droid pressed beverages, I don’t drink coffee… so strike one.

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Blobfish plush toy? It’s ugly, that’s true… but I don’t feel the need to own one, so strike two.

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A window cleaning robot? Now we’re talking!

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A window cleaning robot that has to be plugged in?

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A window cleaning robot that will lose suction and fall off my dirty window? Strike three.

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I’m guessing they intended this highly ruffled fashion faux pas to be worn while the robot cleans my windows, but since that was a bust… I’m calling strike four.

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Amazon always brings it.

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I saw something interesting advertised on Facebook the other day.

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It’s some kind of fruit filled bubble that bursts when dropped in cocktails and I thought hey… that might be fun for the man cave bar. Until I saw they were $25 per plus tax… and $24.95 shipping. Undeterred, I sought them on Amazon.

While I was a bit disappointed they didn’t have the same brand, I was tickled by the imposter bubbles’ name.

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I might have to order them.

I mean really, who could resist?

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The perils of reviewing a book called Bonk.

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I should have known there would be a price to pay for excerpting passages from a book about sex.

I should have, but the flood of … how shall I say, related products… now polluting my screen is prodigious.

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Mothers Day gift anyone?

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Technically that’s not a sex toy, but the algorithm’s mind went there anyway.

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I really need to be more careful with my book reviewing.

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I love my town.

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As we’ve previously established, my small rural Maine town has a sense of humor. This was on full display today when I saw an offer of services on the town’s Facebook page.

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While I would have appreciated a good Mother in Law trap back in the day, the picture in this post will probably give me nightmares of the inevitable beaver uprising for weeks to come.

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While we had an extremely mild winter with very little snow this year, we did have rain. And ice. And more rain. Which lead to rapid melting, soft earth, mud and occasional washouts. Imagine driving over this section of road?

Yikes.

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Sadly, this is the only bunny I’ve ever seen in our town.

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