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Time for the required dose of His Lordship.
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Who steals your warm spot on the couch every time you get up.
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And with those Dracula fangs, who’s going to argue?
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Yup.
That’s my boy.
❤️
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Time for the required dose of His Lordship.
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Who steals your warm spot on the couch every time you get up.
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And with those Dracula fangs, who’s going to argue?
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Yup.
That’s my boy.
❤️
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As I was reading in the living room the other day, Lord Dudley Mountcatten went running to the window.
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It seems we had a visitor on the deck railing.
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A Sharp Shinned Hawk.
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He’s a beauty and hunts our backyard quite often.
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Though sadly never when Momma Red is scurrying around.
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❤️
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This week’s game should be fun.
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Here are a few of mine –
Justin Bieber is playing on an endless loop.
All the floors are wet and you’re only wearing socks.
There’s television, but only one program … The Apprentice.
All the cocktails are alcohol free.
The only book in the library is 50 Shades of Grey.
There’s an all you can eat buffet… but the only thing on it is kale.
How about you?
What’s happening in your version of Heck….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten flew off the couch the other day and positioned himself at the back door.
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Reason?
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The red menace was scampering around on the deck.
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I swear she knows he’s there, cackling like mad and most importantly… unable to reach her.
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She’s a regular rodent tease.
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They say everyone has a twin.
A double.
A doppelgänger.
Last week I received a text from an old friend of mine down south who said she’d found my alter ego while watching television.
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The photos aren’t great quality as they were taken of the tv screen…
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But clearly this other version of me is not living their best life.
🤣
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We live in Maine, ergo we watch (and love) the Red Sox.
But it seems like we’re not the only species to do so.
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This was the scene at a recent game. And in typical nothing bothers New Englanders fashion, play continued even though a pair of mallard ducks had landed right in the middle of Fenway Park.
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Being Boston fowl, they made themselves at home in the outfield, munching grass and doing what ducks are apt to do.
Poop.
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But hey, the Sox won the game… so no one was complaining.
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Useless, but addicting… no?
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This is the very definition of useless news.
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See? You could have gone all day without knowing that.
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I think the cross makes this outfit. Nothing like piety like a good circumboob.
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If you’re going to lay out a veritable plant buffet, you have to expect random nibblers.
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I, on the other hand… do not.
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Adhesive?
And it sticks to… what?
Hard pass.
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Critters be multiplying here at Casa River.
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Along with some green grass comes another woodchuck.
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I believe that’s the old momma from previous years at the dish.
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She has some distinctive scars on her face and has been calling our backyard home for the past four years.
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Must be last season’s baby to the left.
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I’m not a fan of electric cars.
I’m not a fan of Elon Musk.
And you’ll never see me driving a Tesla. Which, after reading this article makes me twice as glad.
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No one wants that.
Trust me.
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This is beyond disturbing.
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The AI revolution is bad enough… but now the cars are spying on us and pushing porn?
Stop the world. I want to get off.
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After cleaning and organizing our master bath closet the other day, I turned my attention to the the spare bathroom. I don’t know about you, but in our house that’s where everything we don’t know what else to do with lands. I pulled vases, and candle sticks, and pitchers, a footed glass bowl and yes, even a crock pot out of there.
What that left me with was this…
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And by this I mean 10 bottles of Mrs. Meyers soap.
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Yes 10.
As well as 11 more bars of soap… to go with the 15 I’d found the other day.
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I haven’t yet decided if we’re extremely clean or extremely dirty. But if it’s the latter?
God damn it, we’re ready.
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A bonus find was 3 bottles of Jo Malone perfume.
Proof positive it pays to clean.
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