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Just in case you were wondering.

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This first news flash is for my male readers.

Hang on men, help is on the way.

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It’s funny, but the first place my mind went with this was wondering if it’s run by the good people at Butterball who provide us with the how to cook a turkey hotline at Thanksgiving. If so, I hope the operators don’t confuse the two. Asking the masturbation experts what to do with the giblets could positively ruin the holiday.

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I must be seriously out of touch with what’s new and trending because naked pickle ball never crossed my mind when planning fun summer activities this year.

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Let’s play.

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Because deep down you want to.

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First, a few obvious ones –

You’re gonna need a bigger boat.

Leave the gun, take the cannoli.

You had me at hello.

Here’s looking at you kid.

Jaws, The Godfather, Jerry Maguire and Casablanca respectively.

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Everyone knows those, but can you guess these?

Put some Windex on it.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Are you not entertained?

Take a guess and then comment one of your own.

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Let’s play.

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I’ll go first..

Slept in my Pink Floyd T-shirt and woke up Comfortably Numb.

*It’s happened, I can’t lie.*

Slept in my Neil Young T-shirt and woke up on Sugar Mountain.

*I once slept alongside a box of Dunkin Donuts, so that’s close enough.*

Slept in my Rolling Stones T-shirt and woke up with my 19th Nervous Breakdown.

*Not yet, but there’s still time.*

Slept in my Grateful Dead T-shirt and woke up with Uncle John’s Band.

*No comment!*

( Extra points if you actually own the T-shirts as I do. )

So what did you wake up with?

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Wombats rule.

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I do love me some wombats. Cute, cuddly, and utterly ridiculous. What more could you want?

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And now, there’s a game devoted entirely to them.

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Granted the premise is a bit lame. Wombats don’t build towers, and I seriously doubt they’ve ever voted. (though that would explain the 2016 election.) I won’t be buying this, but I did chuckle over some of the comments.

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Now there’s a game I might buy! Wombats are the only creature on earth to poo cubes, so it seems silly not to incorporate that trait into a wombat tower building game.

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An immortal wombat?

I’m so ready for that.

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Let’s play.

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This one is going to be fun.

Trust me!

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It’s going to be hard to beat me for awful fashion trends, but please…. I beg you.

Try!

Acid washed jeans ruled in my day. And were made even more obnoxious by the fact that we wore them head to toe. Here I am sporting the required jean jacket ensemble while making friends with a crow.

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Not that bad you say? Then get a load of this…

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Me (on the right) and my future SIL wearing matching acid washed jean outfits, complete with multiple zippers. ( Yes, that’s a bottle of Tanqueray on the counter, gin and tonics may or may not have been consumed. Don’t judge. )

If most of my old high school photos hadn’t been destroyed in an attic leak 30 years ago, I would have flooded this post with personal pics instead of the following Google images. But let’s continue with the awful trends of my formative years.

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Track suits. Nothing I say can excuse them, the picture tells the tale.

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Jumpsuits. Preferably with hideous wide belts.

I’m ashamed to say this trend continued into my early married life as proven by this photo of me in France, wearing my Banana Republic flight suit with leopard print belt and beribboned hat.

Sigh.

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Anyone remember leg warmers?

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It was the 80’s. We were all feeling Jane Fonda’s burn.

So how about you? What horrible looks were you rocking in high school…

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Let’s play.

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Because it could be fun, that’s why.

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Let’s check out some of the good answers.

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I feel you Dean, it’s been a while for me as well. Though not that long thankfully.

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I don’t think that qualifies as a band, but… wow.

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I know who they are! And saw them quite a few times in my youth.

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Now you’re talking!

As for me, the last concert I saw was James Taylor. I loved James back in the day, and still enjoy his music when I’m in a mellow mood. Seeing him in concert is like sitting in his living room… very laid back.

So Thanksgiving dinner with Sweet Baby James in the Berkshires? Count me in.

How about you?

Who are you feasting with…

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Do you Wordle?

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I didn’t, but now I do.

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And damn, judging from my very first attempt?

I rock!

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Considering I had no earthly idea what I was doing, I am proud of myself.

In case you don’t already know Wordle is the new game that’s taken over the internet. It’s web based, not an app… and you can only play once a day. So while I think it’s going to be addicting, there’s no danger of wasting countless hours staring at a screen.

The premise is simple. The daily puzzle is one 5 letter word and you have six chances to guess it. Everyone gets the same word so it’s become something of a world wide competition.

Sound simple? Trust me, it’s not.

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While I lucked out on my first puzzle and guessed it in three, the next day I didn’t guess it all and was extremely frustrated. (I will henceforth hate the word knoll and it’s dastardly kn consonant combination.)

So Google “Wordle… A Daily Word Game” and give it a go.

And let us know how you did.

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Let’s play.

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Admit it, you’ve got nothing else to do.

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As a voracious reader, this is an easy one for me…

Books!

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In our house there are numerous stacks (and bags and crates and shelves and closets and boxes, well you get the idea) filled with books and I have never… not once in my life, ever thought I had enough.

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So how about you?

What can’t you stop buying…

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