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It’s Friday.

You know the drill.

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I’m a December baby. A Sagittarius, the archer. Or in this case…

Rizzo.

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I can’t tell you how pleased this makes me.

And to be honest, my Muppet pretty much nailed me.

I am both a wisecracker and sarcastic. (An old friend of my husband’s once told him I was “a bit much” 🤣)

I’m also Jersey born and bred with a distinct Sopranos twang.

Do I love food? Ask my ever expanding waistline.

Yup. I’m Rizzo.

Which muppet are you?

And how close does it come to your personality…

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I may be down for the count, but the Friday show must go on.

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I can’t imagine anyone choosing 100 rental properties. That sounds like hell on earth to me.

And since I already have the spouse part down…

Never age? I don’t know. It sounds good but if it means I never die, outlive everyone I love and have to see humans destroy this beautiful planet? I think I’ll pass.

Give me perfect health, $600 million to enjoy it and a private island when I don’t feel like peopling.

How about you?

Pick three.

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Because everyone likes Fridays.

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The way things are going? That’s probably what it will take to fill my oil tanks for the winter.

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But if I have to use it for something fun and frivolous it would be one of two things….

A fabulously flashy red sports car for the husband. The man loves to drive, and though his hair may be grey… he still loves to drive fast.

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Yeah, he’d look good in that.

Though I’ll have to wait for my new knee before I attempt exiting that low slung beast.

And if I don’t buy him a sports car? We’ll take a fabulous tour of Europe, first class all the way.

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Back to France because we both loved it the first time. Italy for the food and Roman history. Austria for the Alps and my very large but never met mother’s side of the family. Ending in Britain to explore English castles, Irish pubs and my father’s Scottish roots.

Now you-

If you had to spend $100,000 on something fun, what would it be?

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If you’re flying solo? Seat mates can make or break the trip.

I’ve had people who won’t shut up and people who don’t say a word.

A woman who wouldn’t stop drinking.

An ADHD child (who drove me to drink)

A man so creepy the flight attendant asked me if I wanted to change seats. (I did, and was upgraded to first class.)

Yes, seat mates are important.

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While I do have a few unanswered questions for Marilyn… and Batman might come in handy if there was an emergency, I’m going with Betty White.

Ten hours of laughing sounds like a good plan to me.

How about you?

Pick a seat mate.

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Because it beats work and will only take a minute of your time.

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Our neighbors have the most adorable Corgis and though I’m a cat person at heart, I do enjoy watching their sweet little guys run around and frolic on the lawn.

They always seem to have a smile on their face, and who doesn’t love that?

#4 for me.

Now you.

Pick a seat mate.

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Because it’s Friday and the weekend is almost here.

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We live in Maine for many reasons but high on the list? The scenic beauty.

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Rocky shores, coastal plains, virgin forests, rolling pastures and small pristine mountains. I love the change of seasons… the crisp colors of fall, the winter wonderland of snow.

I lived down south for 17 years and while parts of it are beautiful, it was never home. Too hot, too flat, too depressingly brown for Christmas.

So give me the blue zone. The cool air, the lakes, the mountains, the northern coasts. Quirky New England villages and Montana’s wide open valleys. I’ll be a happy camper. (Metaphorically speaking as I don’t camp.)

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How about you?

Pick a zone.

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