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Tails down please.

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We have stinky visitors every night.

(Pardon the picture quality, I was shooting through a window in the dark)

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Thankfully they rarely spray each other and reserve their perfume for the raccoons or fox who get too close.

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But when I flip the deck light on and see four of the little striped darlings jostling each other for access to food?

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I want to holler tails down please!

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And enjoy a scent free evening.

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A little bit of this and a whole lotta nothing.

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In case I don’t say it often enough, I love my little Maine town.

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Keep your boring lost dogs and cats, we have befuddled bovines.

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And free flowers.

Is it any wonder we love living here?

❤️

Bored by sitting in a doctor’s office waiting room the other day I scrolled my phone and stumbled on a stupid “What would a Barbie from your state look like?” site.

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Maine Barbie goes hiking… in a mini skirt with perfectly coiffed hair.

I’ve been hiking in Maine. Trust me, women do not look like this.

On the other hand, they had my birth state of New Jersey down pat.

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Jersey Barbie has bling.. and attitude to spare.

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Yes, I’m posting about grapes.

But not just any grapes.

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Margarita grapes.

You’re welcome.

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Why does my egg look like a brain?

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I opened up a dozen eggs the other day and found this….

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One extremely odd looking specimen.

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After posting the weirdo on FB, I was told by my chicken people it could have been laid by an old or heat stressed bird.

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To he honest I was surprised it made it into the dozen container at all.

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It seems like a prime opportunity to hatch an Einstein chicken was lost…

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News you can’t use.

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But someone can, and that’s even more disturbing.

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If this is what passes for television these days I’m glad I rarely watch it… but my first thought when reading the headline was the fact that I used to have a gynecologist who always asked me how things were “down there” when I stepped in her office. She misdiagnosed me for 2 years which resulted in me having to undergo a full abdominal hysterectomy. I should have known. If you’re unable to say the words uterus and vagina? You shouldn’t be treating them.

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While colorful … I’m taking a hard pass here and doubt anyone will be upset if I don’t bring this to the next potluck.

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With the price of real estate these days? This is a steal.

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I’m not on Tik Tok and rarely pay attention to their ridiculous trends…. but are their women who are seriously contemplating douching with borax?

WTH?

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The one place that rarely disappoints.

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Many of our favorite restaurants have been letting us down lately . Whether it’s lack of staff or a disregard for quality control I don’t know, but it’s nice to know one of our staples hasn’t dropped the ball.

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The Royal River Grille in Yarmouth usually has it all… relaxed atmosphere, creative cocktails and good food.

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First up? The Islander…

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This beauty contained cantaloupe infused gin, basil, simple syrup, lime juice, and tonic. Perfectly crisp and refreshing.

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My shrimp po boy was accompanied by a lovely sangria comprised of blueberry vodka, white wine, blueberry puree, lemonade and soda water that definitely hit the spot.

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Husband opted for a cup of clam chowder followed by a large batch of garlic and white wine mussels.

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When the restaurant is on the water, you have to salute it with seafood.

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Husband rounded off lunch with a brown butter cheesecake topped with hazelnut praline and surrounded by bourbon roasted cherry caramel sauce.

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And though I wasn’t going to, I couldn’t resist devouring a warm plum and almond tart with a citrus sugar dough crust, almond crumble topping, frangipane filling and vanilla ice cream.

The waddle to the car may not have been pretty, but it was satisfying.

😉

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It’s a pickle.

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I’m not sure what I did to deserve never ending pickle posts showing up on my Facebook feed, but here’s the latest batch of horrors.

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Gag.

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Once and for all… keep your pickles out pf my tequila!

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I’m from Jersey, which is next to Philly. We take our cheesesteak seriously …. this is a hard no.

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Word of warning – if you serve a pickle cake at your wedding? I’m getting you a clapper for a gift.

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That doesn’t even look appetizing.

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