Tag Archives: food

Stupid cat products.

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It seems there’s no end to the ridiculous things you can buy for your pet.

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A privacy screen?

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Cats are a lot of things… smart, manipulative, stealthy, lovable. But the one thing they’re not? Easily embarrassed by bodily functions.

Does Lord Dudley Mountcatten need a privacy screen to hide behind while doing his business?

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You be the judge.

Cats. They have no shame.

Moving on….

Lots of people tell me I need to add perches to my windows… and while that might seem like a good idea?

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Over the kitchen sink has got to be the stupidest placement ever.

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This next product must have been invented by a moron. Seriously….

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If I left that on the counter? His Lordship would be sliding those levers to the left every chance he got.

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Mother and child..

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What… you were expecting Christ and the Madonna?

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Sorry, wrong blog.

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On my page you get momma chucker and the baby that sticks close to her side.

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She’s started to swat them away when they try to nurse….

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But brings them to the buffet every day.

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Happily they love to eat broad leaf weeds.

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Because momma’s not sharing her apples.

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Starling photo bomb on the left.

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One mad mother chucker.

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I’m not sure why…

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But momma woodchuck always looks pissed off.

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Is it because her children are always under foot?

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Or because the pesky human woman keeps spraying all the tasty munchies with coyote urine?

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Maybe it’s because her tatas are hanging so low they scrape the rock wall.

Tough call… but I’m going with gravity. That’s bound to make any woman cranky.

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Let’s play… a two-fer.

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No, I haven’t run out of these yet.

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Hmm… Black Haddock has possibilities.

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And it’s better than yesterday’s… Blue HoHo.

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That’s easy….

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I know it’s a staple of childhood sandwiches and a good source of protein as an adult, but I completely despise the stuff. The mere smell of it makes me nauseated. I don’t care if you cover it in chocolate… I’m not eating it.

Nope.

Uh uh.

Never.

And if my husband comes at me with that nasty nut breath? I’m not kissing him either.

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Dinner in Baileys Island

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It was a lovely drive along the coast…

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And though I would have loved to stop and snap some photos, the husband was hungry… so you’ll have to make do with a few quick shots from the car.

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Here’s the famous Cribstone Bridge.

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And as you’ve probably guessed, lobster reigns supreme.

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This was our destination, Cooks Lobster and Ale House.

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A local landmark built in 1955 on a long spit of land with panoramic water views. Popular with locals and tourists alike (although we locals don’t appreciate the tourist prices) it’s a no fuss, traditionally rustic waterfront restaurant.

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But what it lacks in decor? It makes up in scenic vistas. The view from our table was pretty sweet.

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The cocktails are potent.

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And two Cosmopolitans were all I could handle if I wanted to remain upright.

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Pardon the fuzzy pic, it was taken through a screen.

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The food is simple but delicious. Caesar salad (with the most amazing homemade herb butter croutons evah!) for me, a tasty French onion soup for my other half.

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Perfectly cooked lightly battered fried sea scallops for me….

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And lazy lobster for my rat bastard husband who ate it in front of me without feeling the least bit guilty. (I came up allergic 7 years ago and can no longer consume the delicious crustaceans without becoming seriously ill. 😩)

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Dessert? Of course it was blueberry pie. And as we waddled out to the car… we stopped for a moment to take in the beauty.

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And realized the husband might have backed up a bit too far upon arrival.

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Maine rocks. They’re unforgiving little devils.

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Things I’ll never need.

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I can honestly say I will never need a Russian pickle puff.

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But I suppose it’s good to know they exist all the same.

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Shark slippers? I’m sure they’re great for scaring the crap out of sand crabs, but no.

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Do I need to drink my cocktails out of a bird’s ass?

I most assuredly do not.

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And if I don’t need a bird ass cocktail delivery system? I certainly don’t need an egg laying one. Trust me, this will not relieve my stress.

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Down on the farm.

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It had been a while since we visited our farming neighbors across the road, so the other day we took a walk.

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Unfortunately they weren’t home, but we took the time to check out what was happening on their farm. There’s something about strolling through verdant fields of crops that just makes me smile.

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Every time we visit there’s something new.

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This time it was a veritable village of greenhouses.

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These seemingly sprung up overnight, with full irrigation… which must have been quite a feat.

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A house addition was under way as well.

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Why was there a skeleton prominently displayed on the barn wall? It’s probably better if we don’t ask.

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Ugh. I suppose a row of kale was inevitable.

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There’s our Barn Mahal/man cave in the background.

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We never realize how much it dominates the landscape until we see it from far away. Oops.

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On our way out we had to stop by the farm stand they opened when Covid shut down most of their markets.

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And naturally we came home with a few things.

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Lettuce, spinach, potatoes and blueberry yogurt. You can’t get much fresher than that.

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I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

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Stopping at the new pub everyone is raving about…

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Not having to make reservations, worry about masking or social distancing.

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Cruising the cocktail list…

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And enjoying a few boozy blueberry lemonades.

The food?

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Fabulous! A hand tossed wood fired chicken Florentine pizza for me, grilled sea scallop salad with candied pecans and strawberry vinaigrette for the husband.

Life. It finally seems to be getting back to normal.

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