I often complain about things in the kitchen. The toaster that doesn’t toast evenly, the dirty spoons my husband leaves on the counter and more often than not … the fact that we pay more for food each day but seem to get less.
I understand prices rise, and though I never like it… I expect it. What I don’t expect is to start cooking, reach for the 16 ounce can (box or bag of whatever) only to find it’s shrunken to 14. Two ounces short of what I need forcing me to downsize my recipe or worse yet, buy another full can (box or bag of whatever) and waste most of it.
Grrr.
The insanity needs to stop… because today I discovered it’s gone one step too far.
My husband likes the old fashioned Shake and Bake barbecue chicken so every once in a while I throw him a bone and make it.
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There I was with my foil wrapped pan, my chicken leg quarters and and a box of seasoning packets. I was primed and ready to shake.
Problem was… there was no shaker bag in the box. You know the ones – they were flimsy, never closed properly and weren’t big enough for whatever you needed to shake?
Nada.
Zip.
Nothing.
Even though the side of the box clearly states you should use it.
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This is egregious marketing.
If you no longer include the shaking apparatus? You should no longer be able to call yourself Shake and Bake.
We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten who definitely knows how to relax.
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My husband wanted a fleece vest to wear at the office (because he works for the government and they’re too cheap to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees in the winter) so we headed to L.L. Bean.
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Home of the giant boot..
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And flannel shirt beer coozies.
They clearly know their audience.
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Charity my *ss. Those on the bottom should lose their non profit status.
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Supporting a new blog friend by purchasing and reading his amusing and heartwarming tales of animal caretaking in Scotland.
And finally, my algorithms have gotten on board with my furniture shopping nightmare by dropping vintage finds on my FB feed.
After doing some preliminary furniture shopping with a girlfriend, I’d narrowed it down to a few possible living room sets which meant I had to bring the husband in for final approval.
As you may have guessed…. it did not go well.
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This couch wasn’t deep enough.
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This couch’s arms were too hard.
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I thought I had a winner here…
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There was an entire wall of fabric for me to choose from and miracle of all miracles?
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Some of it was green.
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But the husband burst my bubble of glee when, like Goldilocks…. he declared the cushions too soft.
As you know, I love to blog about the strange things I find when thrifting and antiquing. Past posts have been filled with creepy old dolls and vintage oddities. The weirder the better.
So imagine my delight when I’m scrolling Facebook the other day and find this group…
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Make that 148,401.
This is my tribe!
Here are a few of the delightfully bizarre things people have posted.
River's world..... 