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.
In Facebook’s ongoing quest to entice me to buy something, I give you this week’s selections.
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I’ve been known to have a random cocktail from time to time. On special occasions. Like Tuesdays. But what I won’t be having again is Absinthe. It’s never been my liquor of choice but a few years ago on a bar crawl vacation in Vermont, we stumbled into a prohibition style den of iniquity pub. Do I remember the name of the establishment or the town in which it resided? No. Because after the devil bartender served me 3 pretty green but oh so deadly Absinthe concoctions I was lucky to remember my own name. Nice try Facebook, but I’ll pass.
Remember how a few of the past product recommendations reminded me of things found in a sado-masochist’s closet… even though they weren’t?
Well, this week it’s a little harder to find the innocent reason for your purchase. Try mountain climbing in this…
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And finally there’s something really ridiculous that proves Facebook isn’t paying close enough attention. We have a man cave… with a full bar.
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A bounce house Irish pub would just be a squirrel attracting redundancy.
It never ceases to amaze me what’s currently popular on Amazon.
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Is there really a plethora of suburban housewives eager to present a Jello brain at their next dinner party? I have my doubts, but whatever.
Being retired military, my husband and I try to take advantage of all the benefits that provides. For years we bought cheaper, tax free groceries at the commissary…. until George W. Bush closed our local base. There was a huge outcry from retirees in our area and talk of shuttering the base but keeping the commissary open. Sadly that didn’t happen, and now the nearest base is over two hours away. A four and a half hour round trip for groceries seems extreme but with the prices of everything going sky high, we decided to take a day and check it out.
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Perdue boneless skinless chicken breasts for under $3.00? I’ve been paying close to $9.00! Needless to say I filled a cart and then some. Even using half a tank of gas I still saved mucho dinero. Looks like we’ll have to make a monthly pilgrimage from now on.
If you’re on Facebook you’re familiar with the “memories” that pop up on your feed. I don’t normally pay much attention… ten years ago today I posted a picture of a woodchuck? Shocking! Please alert the press. But the other day this picture gave me pause..
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Not because we were younger and thinner.. although, damn. I really do miss thin… but because when I took a closer look, I realized four of the 13 family members pictured have passed. My husband’s brother, brother in law, mother, and aunt. Being an only child of an only child, my list of relatives is ridiculously small. I’ve lost both parents so I’m pretty much done. But the husband is one of nine from one of six, so the chances of someone missing from his side of the family photos increases exponentially.
While I enjoy a sweet treat as much as the next girl, and am seriously pro dessert…
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The word dump tends to take a little bloom off the rose for me.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten. He tries to hide, but isn’t very good at it.
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A very clever use of faucet handles to be sure. And now that I think about it, a spring flower that even my dastardly woodchucks couldn’t eat.
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Facebook. It’s annoying… but still the best way I know to keep up with old friends. And speaking of old, this was my FB memory from the other day. A photo of me and the hubs in the French Alps many moons ago. Yes, I was rock climbing in flip flops. Oh to be young and stupid again..
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Facebook agree on anything. But the crisis in Ukraine has my far right friends posting the same images as my far left friends… and they all break my heart.
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I can’t even imagine what these poor people are going through.
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And though I know it means less than nothing…
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I posted that photo with hope in my heart that this terrible tragedy will be over soon.
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I could never leave my pets behind. Ever. Hell, I refused to evacuate for a hurricane when the eye was headed straight for us in coastal Carolina. We had 5 cats, a cockatiel and a duck, no hotel on earth accepts that. (And yes, the duck spent the entire storm in the bathtub. Safe, sound and quite happy.)
It’s stuff he refuses to donate or throw out, and we know he’ll never get around to selling it…. no matter how hard it is to maneuver around the piles.
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But he does like to give things away now and then…. so when I saw this on Facebook? An evil chuckle escaped my lips.
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I love this idea!
Please include your physical address with your comment. Something old and utterly useless could be coming your way.
Like it isn’t bad enough we haven’t travelled anywhere since Christmas 2019.
As if I don’t miss the annual large trip and three smaller vacations we used to take every year.
Because Covid hasn’t made life as sedentary and boring as possible? Facebook has to twist the knife in a little deeper with their constant “memories” feature.
On this day three years ago you were happy!
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On this day three years ago you were exploring Sedona Arizona!
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On this day three years ago you had no idea life would soon come to a screeching halt!
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So cut it out Facebook!
I don’t need to be reminded how much I loved traveling… I realize it every time we treat walking over to the man cave/Barn Mahal like a weekend getaway.
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