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During a recent pilgrimage to our favorite New Hampshire butcher shop/restaurant/pub, I saw a sign for “The Cow Palace” and made my husband turn around.

A palace of cows?

You know I had to see that.

Turns out it was an ice cream shop, which is fine… I love a good scoop of coffee or mint chocolate chip.

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There was a pond.

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A barn.

A cow themed parking sign.

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And a crowned cow on the wall.

But.

No.

Actual cows.

Boo to false advertising.

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And boo to my eagle eyed husband who saw a sign for an estate sale down the road, climbed up to the top of their barn and came down with a broken Amish wooden scythe that he had to purchase and bring home.

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Sigh.

Junk collecting is an addiction, don’t let anyone tell you differently. And if there was an Antiques Anonymous? I’d be signing my guy up for weekly sessions.

Upon returning home we found a pissed off cat…

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Who had to access his viewing window in the laundry basket because his mother forgot to move it before leaving.

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I have a feeling I’ll be paying for this transgression later.

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