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39 and counting.

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The husband and I recently celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary and to be honest, at this point it’s hard to remember a time when we weren’t married. Although looking back at the first ever picture of us together… you know, during those 6 long days of dating before we wed …

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It’s even harder to remember being that young.

Our 39th started out with the delivery of a giant basket of flowers and the exchange of cards.

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We planned to spend the day doing something fun and end with a nice meal. Unfortunately it was the beginning of the week and thanks to post Covid understaffing and the slow winter season in Maine, everywhere I wanted to go was closed. After wasting a few hours driving along the coast….

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We opted for lunch at the Dockside Grill.

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Planning on a larger meal for dinner, we chose light fare. Chicken Caesar salad for me, French onion soup for the spouse.

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One cocktail for me, one beer for the spouse… with tip? $86. For soup and salad! This is getting ridiculous.

By then it was early afternoon and we were still searching for something fun to do… so we sat with our phones Googling like mad. I opted for a museum, but the ones we haven’t already visited were hours away. I did find a quirky cabinet of curiosities worth seeing, but after reading there was no heat in the building? My desire to go quickly waned.

Fun be damned, we ended up antiquing instead. At least the husband was happy.

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I saw these clever mussel shell Christmas trees on sale and thought about getting one, but they were so delicate I didn’t see it traveling or storing well.

As usual, there were some unexplainable items for sale. Most notably, this…

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Made entirely of glass, I can’t imagine anyone wanting that gracing their coffee table.

After a few antique stores, we were back on Google checking our favorite special occasion dinner spots. Par for the course? Every single one of them was closed. By then I was thoroughly disgusted and ready to go home and make a sandwich but the husband wanted another piece of fabulous cheesecake so we ended the day at the same restaurant where I was served crab balls instead of cakes a while back.

I won’t bore you with food photos but the mussels were good and made more interesting by being served with polenta frittes.

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Crispy on the outside, creamy on the inside. Dipped in the white wine garlic sauce? A meal in itself.

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Another giant basket of flowers photo.

And if you’re wondering how large it really was?

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It was larger than Lord Dudley Mountcatten large.

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Cakes or balls? You be the judge.

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The husband and I went out for a booze filled leisurely lunch the other day at a place I’ve been wanting to try for a while. It’s the sister restaurant to one of our favorites so I had high expectations.

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Right across the street from LL Beans in the busy village of Freeport…the Tuscan Brick Oven Bistro is always packed with a long wait to be seated. We thought showing up at 2:00 in the afternoon would afford us some elbow room, but no. There was a 45 minute wait for a table which made my husband take a direct route to the bar.

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My husband does not wait well. Or at all to be honest.

No matter, I started with a lovely cranberry sage margarita which though tasty, was served in a disappointingly small old fashioned glass.

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And if I ever wondered why I was having a hard time finding vintage beer, wine or whisky crates… one look behind this bar provided the answer.

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A spiced pear margarita was round two…. and was served alongside my crab “cake” appetizer. I ask you – how can a tiny round lump of crab ever be considered a cake? These balls were delicious, but at $23 were a bit of a pricey nibble.

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Lunch was a wonderful 4 mushroom funghi pizza for me and a shrimp scampi for the husband. His lunch portion contained 4 shrimp for $29. I’d hate to see the dinner.

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For me the best part was cocktail #3.

APPLE OF MY EYE
apple infused captain morgan white rum
lime juice * cinnamon simple *
white cranberry juice

Ooh la la! It might sound like a weird combination but it was alcoholic apple pie in a glass. Be still my heart!

For the husband this was the kicker –

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I don’t care for cheesecake, but it did sound divine.

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He said it was literally the best cheesecake he’s ever had… and that’s saying something because he loves the stuff.

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With tip, a $218 lunch.

Christ. That’s what I used to pay for two weeks worth of groceries when we got married. How times change..

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Because His Lordship gets what His Lordship wants.

I often wonder how Lord Dudley Mountcatten manages to looks pudgy when the silly cat actually eats very little. Maybe half a Fancy Feast tin in the morning and another half at night… on a good day. Sometimes he just turns his nose up and walks away.

He won’t eat fish, or treats, or any human food. He won’t eat anything sliced, diced or shredded. The husband laughs at my attempts to stimulate his Royal highness’s appetite… and it’s not uncommon to see me following the little bugger around the house at mealtime with a bowl of food and a spoon. ( the cat, not the husband )

So when Lord Dudley recently expressed an interest in being fed on the laundry room windowsill?

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His loyal minion obeyed and fed him on the laundry room windowsill.

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Dinner with a view, you can’t blame him. And I’d already covered the dryer with a soft towel for his comfort… so why not?

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Well, that wasn’t necessary.

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No. Not spoiled at all…

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Do you pea?

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To pea or not to pea. That is today’s question.

Personally, I do not pea… but the husband is a huge fan so when hams are on sale for Christmas and I’m left with a bone, there’s only one thing he wants.

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Split pea soup. Which happens to be the easiest soup to make… so it’s hard to refuse even though I can’t stand the smell or taste.

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5 hours later ? A pot full of slop with the consistency of sludge as far as I’m concerned.

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But the husband is in leftover pea heaven, and hey… I have to throw him a bone now and then.

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News you can’t use.

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Because you know I’ll never run out of these.

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Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be other opportunities in the future. And if they auction off his old toothbrush you could always harvest a little DNA, grow a clone and start a billion dollar company in your own garage.

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#1?

The peanut butter cookie… to which I have but one word.

Blech!

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Foot Botox. Why can’t rich people just take a piece of sandpaper to their heels like the rest of us.

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I most definitely do not.

Nope. Not in the least.

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That’s a hat?

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I know there’s a lot of down time while on stakeout or speed trap duty…. but that seems a bit extreme.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and princely sums for liquid holiday cheer.

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We will start and end this post with photos of His Lordship.

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Seen here giving me the evil eye for lowering the blinds and blocking his morning sun.

I had a birthday recently… yay me, another trip around the sun and straight down the road to decrepitude.

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The husband told me to pick a place for dinner but I’d skipped lunch and decided we should go cocktail hopping early.

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Enter Royal River Grille, one of my favorite spots.

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We settled happily at the bar… but were presented with brunch menus since it was a Sunday. I’m not a breakfast person so the thought of scrambled eggs with my Cosmo at 4:00pm did not please me, not one little bit. Brunch until 5:00pm? Come on.

We decided to move on and got the check.

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With tip, $30.92 for a drink and a beer. What’s the world coming to?

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Next stop was Goodfire Brewery, a new place I’d been wanting to try. On arrival we discovered they were almost out of beer and only had three left on tap. Thankfully one was a blackberry currant sour, but at $9.50 per for the small pour and a virtually non existent menu, we paid $24 for two beers and moved on again.

We ended at a nice seafood place we hadn’t visited in a while and I had a lovely crab, shrimp and scallop lasagna which I didn’t photograph.

So we end with me another year older and a very innocent Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Well, maybe not that innocent.

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Christmas nibbles through the decades.

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As you’re busy planning your holiday party and dinner feasts, be thankful you don’t live in one of these decades.

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Sorry, but that looks like a giant molded turd.

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Bizarre, and more than a little unappetizing.

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To this monstrosity I just say… no.

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My mother in law was the queen of ambrosia. She brought it to every gathering and pot luck. The fact that no one ate it never dissuaded her.

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We had a group of friends who regifted the same fruitcake nine Christmases in a row. Who knows… it may be circulating still.

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Miscellaneous nonsense and a few things for Mark…

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I have absolutely no idea what this is.

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Nope. That’s a 10 on my creepy doll scale.

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A pink flamingo Christmas tree for Mark. The ultimate in flocking.

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This sounds entirely too easy. Has anyone ever tried it?

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Another Spam abomination for my taste bud addled blog friend.

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Porktastic? I beg to differ.

Meanwhile back at the ranch..

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The good news? Lord Dudley Mountcatten has not knocked down the tree.

The bad news? My husband broke the we don’t need any more stuff so let’s not exchange gifts paradigm we’ve been clinging to for the past 6 years and put something big under the tree. Since my beloved has two gift giving modes… expensive jewelry I rarely like and wish he wouldn’t buy or appliances I neither want nor need… I’m going to guess the latter.

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I’ve been married 38 years and no matter how many times I tell my husband appliances are not a welcome Christmas gift, to date I’ve received an upright freezer, a toaster, a washer and dryer, a blender, a convection oven and oh yes, let’s not forget that ever so thoughtful dehumidifier.

I have yet to receive a vacuum, but there’s always next year.

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but you can laugh… and that’s always better.

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That’s what I call payback.

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You heard it here first Mark.

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I don’t care if you liked Barack or not, you can’t beat that for cool.

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Yes, there really are sneakers for horses now.

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It’s hard to argue with that logic.

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Proof positive there is such a thing as too much tech.

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