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What is it with poop these days? It seems to be everywhere…
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A song book devoted to poo?
I’ll pass.
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Prank poo?
Again, pass.
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I suppose this might come in handy identifying the various piles in our backyard, but as a night’s entertainment?
I’m still going to pass.
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It may be a new year, but some things aren’t changing.
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The answers on Facebook were way funnier than what I came up with so here you go…
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Alaska shrinkage is most assuredly a thing.
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And that’s the type of wood you definitely don’t want to chop.
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Ouch!!!
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Thankful to be a woman for this one.
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There’s casual… and then there’s casual.
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Alcohol. It says everything is a good idea.
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Come on…
It will be fun.
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I have to admit I got a kick out of reading the answers to this one.
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See?
Funny!
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Admit it…
You’re laughing.
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While mine won’t be as clever as those, here goes…
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Sausage.
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Raindrops Keep Falling On My Sausage.
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Girls Just Want To Have Sausage.
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Your turn!
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I’ve never been able to figure out the point of this exercise, but what the Hell.
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What am I getting for Christmas this year?
Pancakes, a hooker and hair.
An interesting combination to say the least.
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So what are you getting?
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Yes, I took another trip around the sun this month. Nothing to celebrate at this point in my life, but I woke up to a (not so) subtle gift reminder all the same.
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The large box was a present from my husband, from my very favorite store. They sell high quality handmade jewelry, pottery, art, crafts etc. and every trip we take there includes a round of oohing and ahhing . I rarely buy anything for myself as the prices make me swoon, but the husband makes a yearly pilgrimage… and who am I to complain? 😉
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This year’s gift was a fabulous mesquite wood lamp with hazed copper cut out shade.
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Both sides are inlaid with turquoise veins and it really is a lovely piece.
(If you’re wondering just how lovely? Here’s a similar lamp from the same company with much less turquoise on their website.)
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Yeah. That lovely.
😳
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Needless to say I love it, and shall enjoy its light for many years to come.
The original birthday plan was to hit my favorite restaurant for dinner, but Mother Nature said no by melting the snow and dropping a solid afternoon’s worth of sleet and ice.
Alternate plan?
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Pizza and beer in the man cave…
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With a stellar game of whip your husband’s ass with a double letter Q in ‘quay’, a triple score ‘quiz’ and an almost superfluous ‘zeal’ for a total of 102 points Scrabble.
A very happy birthday indeed.
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There really is no end to my toilet-centric algorithm.
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This week it wants me to buy a potty humor party game.
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And while I love trivia…
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I definitely don’t need to learn fun nuggets about my friends secret habits.
Nope. Uh uh. Not interested.
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I’m sure there are people who would buy this..
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But I’m not going to be one of them.
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Admit it…
You’d miss these if I stopped.
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Cleaned the litter box… like a boss!
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And now you.
What are you doing “like a boss”?
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Yes, we’re still doing these.
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The easy answer is dust bunnies, but let’s actually take a look. I’ve been known to use the space under our bed for storage so there’s no telling what we’ll find.
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As of today, there are two things. A box of extra dishes….
Because #1 – you can never have too many dishes. And #2 – when the current pattern you’re using hits the sale rack, you stock up.
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The other item crammed under our bed is a turntable used to convert vinyl into MP3 files. The husband bought it for my birthday a while back because I have a massive album collection. He also bought me the iPod that holds 35,000 plus songs…. so I spent countless hours ( read days, weeks, months ) playing and converting the obscure music of my youth.
Moon Martin? Check!
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The Flying Burrito Bothers? Sure.
And man, did I love me some Del Fuegos.
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So fess up, what’s under your bed?
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You know I’m never going to run out of these things… right?
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This will be a short post because there’s only one possible way to ruin a holiday solely devoted to eating until you burst…
My four words?
We’re out of alcohol.
I dare you to top that.
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Because if you’re here, you have nothing better to do anyway.
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I’ll start.
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Damn it…. no, I’m not. Disappointing readers is what I do best. Take that away from me and this whole blogging thing falls apart.
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Were they eavesdropping on my Scrabble games with the husband? How disturbing.
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Did I time travel and not know it? Now that’s disappointing.
Your turn.
What does your keyboard think you’re sorry for?
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