Ever since my husband started his insulation and ceiling project down in the cellar, things have started to float upstairs…
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The den couch is now covered in crap.
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As is the den chair. These old uniforms (and ratty, full of holes, military issue socks because we can’t throw anything out, ever! ) were so stinky and full of mildew I made him take them to the laundromat in the next town. What does he plan on doing with them? Absolutely nothing.
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My auxiliary side desk in the home office is now covered in coins.
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And musty old boxes are being unpacked in the living room.
This particular box unearthed a treasure he was thrilled to see again.
Ladies – do you remember back in the day when your friends hosted those annoying Tupperware or Home Interior parties? I never wanted any of those products but my girlfriends would beg me to come to boost their attendance numbers. I hated the silly games and the forced sisterhood of wives who had nothing better to do than discuss the merits of the new and approved bowls that burped…. but I went, because I’m a good friend.
When those home party invitations started to wane and then disappeared completely? I was thrilled.
When the Covid pandemic introduced everyone to Zoom and my friends discovered the joy of hosting a party virtually? I was much less thrilled.
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Yes, that’s an invite to a friend’s virtual, high pressure, please log on and buy something so I can reach my sales goal and receive the free gift I never would have bought for myself anyway, party.
To make her happy I accepted the invite and logged on at the appropriate time. I virtually waved hello to the sales rep of the company I’d never heard of and boosted her attendance numbers. About to slip out the digital back door unnoticed, I figured what the hell… I might as well check out what they were selling.
And may I just say? Wow.
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Onyx nipple clamps and an Over the Moon vibrator?
I have to be honest… it almost made me miss the bowls that burped.
This one got me thinking…. because to be honest? I’ve lead a charmed life and don’t have many regrets. I don’t tend to do many things I don’t want to do, so this was a puzzler.
I could say – accompany my husband to those boring military reunions he insists on attending… but he likes having me there and I love him, so what are ya gonna do?.
I could say – try those homemade kale chips my friend made especially for me because she just knew I would love them. I didn’t. Blech! 🤢
But for this question I think I have to say visiting Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia. We had a little person with us so she was thrilled…
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But paying $20 to park and $250 for four of us to walk around plastic fantastic town is not my idea of a good time. I knew I’d hate it and I did. I’ve always despised theme parks and Disneyland like amusements… they’re eye popping-ly overpriced , crowded and above all? Fake.
That picture was taken in their “European village” and sorry, but I wasn’t buying it. I’ve been to France and nothing about their French section felt the least bit Gallic.
So I’m not going back to Busch Gardens… what are you never doing again?
Admit it, at least once in your life you’ve wondered about this.
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And no, it’s not because marble is cold.
“Ancient Greece was a highly masculinist culture,” photographer Ingrid Berthon-Moine, who created a series in which she captured images of ancient statues’ testicles, told Hyperallergic. “They favoured ‘small and taut’ genitals, as opposed to big sex organs, to show male self-control in matters of sexuality. Today, the modern users as in commerce, cinema, and advertising converted it into a mass commodity telling us about domination and desirability, size matters and the bigger, the better.”
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She’s got a point. I’ve yet to meet a modern man who wanted to be regarded as small and taut.
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Art historian Ellen Oredsson added on the same topic that people with larger penises were seen to be “foolish, lustful, and ugly”, while Ancient Greek playwright Aristophanes writing of the ideal male traits as “a gleaming chest, bright skin, broad shoulders, tiny tongue, strong buttocks, and a little prick.”
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There you have it.
Although according to Aristophanes, you might have a hard time finding it.
I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.
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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…
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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.
As you know, I live in Maine. Land of lobster, rugged rocky shores and sturdy, no nonsense, salt of the earth people. We’re generally laid back and slow to anger so when I saw this article the other day about things you should never say because they piss us off? I had to share a few…
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They’re not.
Trust me on this.
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This goes for all of you except rawgod. His snow storms and cold temps are epic.
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Sumner in Maine is tourist season and believe me, the locals don’t enjoy much about that. We may need your money, but we can do without your attitude and desire to have a Starbucks on every corner thank you very much.
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Warm winters? You can have them… I need snow.
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I really had to laugh at this one. Though that doesn’t look like my husband physically, they’re definitely brothers in spirit. But I have to disagree with the last sentence … there’s not much room left in our cellar.
While most people will be out shopping for romantic cards, flowers, chocolate and/or thoughtful gifts for the holiday … I offer an alternative for those with something other than love in their hearts.
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Huntress… I think this has your name written all over it.