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Because your brain needs a work out every now and then.

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I figure I would have lasted about an hour and a half, and only if I didn’t leave the cave.

I’m a lot of things, but a survivalist isn’t one of them.

I don’t camp. ( nowhere to plug in my blow dryer )

I can’t make fire. ( without a lighter )

I don’t fish and I don’t hunt. ( unless it’s down a grocery aisle )

Hell, I can’t even tell a good mushroom from a poisonous one. ( though in the late 70’s I discovered a different kind of good ‘shroom 😉 )

Yup, an hour and a half sounds about right.

How about you?

What’s your prehistoric survival time limit…

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No snarky comments necessary, I’m aware humans and dinosaurs didn’t co exist.

Or did they…?

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Because it will make me happy, and I know you live for that.

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My morning starts like this:

Up between 5:00 and 5:30am.

Feed cat. Feed birds. Feed woodchuck.

Cup of tea.

Quick check of online news, email and social media.

Then, my new obsession. The New York Times game app.

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I used to do Wordle when it first came out, but not with any regularity. But since I discovered the free app?

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These brain teasers are how I start my day.

(Except for the Sudoku. I’ve always hated math.)

More games are available if you purchase the full version, but these are enough for me.

So…

How do you start your day?

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You know you want to.

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I can do one better,..

I’ll show you.

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There she is, a 1963 Ford Falcon station wagon… complete with wood on the sides.

I don’t have to tell you this was more than slightly mortifying to a teenager. The Falcon was a lot of things, but cool wasn’t one of them.

That picture was taken in the late eighties… judging from the head to toe acid washed denim… and yes, my mother was still driving her. She grew up in NYC where no one in her era drove or even bothered to learn. The woman got her first license when she moved to the suburbs at age 40 right before I was born and didn’t enjoy it. She was a nervous and overly cautious motorist and never felt comfortable behind the wheel. She learned to drive in that Falcon and it was literally the only car she ever drove her entire life.

It had vacuum wipers, no seatbelts, an am radio, a manual choke and by the time I drove her? A top speed of 51 before she started to rattle so badly you had to slow down. It was a good thing we lived on the Island because the old girl would never have tolerated a highway.

How about you?

Name the car…

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It’s less embarrassing than an enema, but only just.

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I have a long list of bonehead moves but my most recent was a few years back. I’d pulled into a bank’s ATM machine… it was next to their drive thru window and on top of a short hill. For whatever reason, I wasn’t paying attention and when I realized I was too far away to reach the machine I opened my door, dropped my card and leaned out to retrieve it….

Without putting the car in park.

On a hill.

Not my brightest move.

Gravity is indeed a fickle b*tch… because the car went rolling, and so did I. Fell right out of the car on my knees and was dragged alongside it until I managed to reach in and push the brake. Unfortunately not before the left front fender slid along the concrete barrier and went crunch.

The drive thru teller saw the whole thing and half the bank emptied out in the parking lot to make sure I was okay. Other than a ripped knee on my jeans, the only thing hurt was my pride because I felt like a right royal idiot.

As soon as I got home the local police called and made me go downtown to fill out an accident report. When the officer asked what happened… I told him I had a blonde moment.

A moment that cost me over $1,800 in body work.

Duh.

Now you.

Share your stupidity!

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Because you never know, it might be fun.

I’m stealing a prompt from our local library this week.

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I’ll start.

Neo – The Early Years.

(That’s a Keanu Reeves-Matrix reference for those of you who are confused)

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Mom Said Don’t Eat The Brown Ones.

Always good advice.

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One Pill Makes You Larger, And One Pill Makes You Small.

Not that I would know anything about that.

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Your turn.

Give me an incorrect title.

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Because I said so, that’s why.

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Although my opening line probably resonates with a lot of people, my mother never said that.

To be honest I can’t remember anything she said from my childhood that annoyed me… but in later years, whenever I forgot something I wanted to tell her? She would say, “It must not have been very important.”

To which I always wanted to reply, “Oh yes, now I remember. Your house is on fire .”

How about you…

What did your mother say that drove you nuts?

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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…

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That’s easy.

If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.

Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”

There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.

How about you?

What should we say after you’re gone….

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It’s Friday.

I think you have to.

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I excel at very few things in life, so when it comes to games.. I stack the deck.

I like to play what I win.

And there are three games at which I am virtually unbeatable.

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Scrabble.

We have one these fancy spinning boards in the man cave/Barn Mahal and on rainy days I love nothing more than mixing a drink and beating the pants off my spouse.

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Trivial Pursuit.

I am a font of useless knowledge and have loved this game since its inception way back in the dark ages of 1981. My husband has yet to beat me (at the original or any of the additional card sets) which makes me love it even more.

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Gin Rummy.

Seven cards, down and dirty. None of that ten card easy matching shite. My mother was a shark and taught me how to play with no mercy when I was a child. My husband, who loves to play Cribbage and Pinochle… quakes when I break out a deck.

How about you?

What’s your go to rainy day game…

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