Tag Archives: grandma

I love my town.

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This week’s headlines from my little corner of the world.

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It’s duck season in Maine, so you can’t blame the poor bird for trying to find safe water.

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Not being a fan of eggs, I refuse to give this pie the recognition they believe it deserves.

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There you have it. A one of a kind chicken conveyance.

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Keep grandma off the streets!

Buy jam.

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We have chicken neighbors, but the rude things never drop by.

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Quilting. Keeping grandma off the streets for centuries.

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Our town is celebrating its 250th anniversary this year and our little old ladies have been feverishly working on a quilt to commemorate the occasion.

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Everyone is choosing a local landmark and some of them are quite nice.

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I can barely sew a button and have been known to super glue dress hems, so I fully appreciate the work that goes into these squares.

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Even if some of the landmarks look a trifle… crooked.

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How cute is that!

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Our general store was opened in 1904 and though it’s changed owners multiple times, and almost gone under twice…. our town rallies behind it and keeps the doors open. Small business and small towns. You can’t beat them!

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Random drivel I have to share.

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For all my pun loving friends..

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Egg yolks…. they don’t always crack you up.

This next one literally made me snort.

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Admit it, you want one.

Or six.

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We passed this little cutie the other day on a back road.

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Perfume…. that smells like gin?

When I have a few too many I tend to spill it on myself. Think of all the time that will save.

And finally…

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Oh sweet Jesus, no.

First kale killed the dinosaurs… and now my tomato wants a piece of me?

Stop the world. I want to get off.

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