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This week’s headlines fall under the I really didn’t need to know that category.
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Sorry, but I can’t answer that question. My algorithms are bizarre enough as it is…. I didn’t click because I don’t need to be flooded with vaginal tightening ads.
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Ditto that for this poor woman.
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And this one as well.
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Sorry, but this makes me very glad we don’t have children.
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The fecal-oral route?
That’s a highway I’m definitely going to avoid.
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Because my husband never likes to rush things he moved around to the back side of the baby barn yesterday to complete the gutter installation…. 12 days after he did the front. Better late than never is his middle name.
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Did things go more smoothly on the flip side?
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They did not.
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Miscalculation on length left him with two short pieces instead of the one long piece he needed which meant yet another trip to Lowes for additional connectors. Sigh.
Was the finished gutter line straight and true?
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Not quite, but it doesn’t leak. That’s probably as much as I can hope for.
And if you’re wondering just how dry it’s been here?
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Dry enough for the husband to a pan under the downspout to catch the small amount of rain we got last night.
Please note the green you see is all weeds. Most of the grass is still brown.
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Grab your geek cap and meet me on Dagobah.
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(Yes, I see the misspelling. It hurts my brain but I’m playing anyway. )
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Well, if I only had one…. I could do worse.
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Lying to Obi Wan would be fruitless. He’d know you were full of crap before you even opened your mouth.
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That might be a bridge too far.
And now….
A little Star Wars humor, just because I can.
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Star Wars and Game of Thrones?
Be still my heart.
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Maybe getting old won’t be so bad after all…
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Most years I wouldn’t have given this article a second thought.
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But with a lawn comprised mostly of brown grass and numerous half dead flower beds? It caught my eye.
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Interesting….
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Who knew gin could solve my garden woes?
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Drunks fare better than abstainers? Anyone who’s seen me navigate icy winter sidewalks after a few cocktails could have told you that.
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Mary Roach’s books are always interesting and bizarre, but above all? They’re educational. For instance I now know more about military penile injuries than I ever thought possible… and to be honest, more than I ever thought I’d need.
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Buckle up boys, it’s about to get personal.
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Men. It’s all about priorities.
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One should always be polite when referencing another man’s dick.
( Funny side note- spellcheck changed dick to duck three times. I suppose either one works )
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Transgender community to the rescue. Paving the way to dick reconstruction for decades. Huzzah!
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That last sentence will be giving me bad dreams for months to come. No pun intended.
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All joking aside, it’s a serious and very sad reality for soldiers facing today’s modern warfare. IEDs cause long lasting trauma, both physically and emotionally. The military can’t keep up.
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I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that living in a rural town with numerous family farms, our local food bank would benefit from the bounty.
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But the quality and quantity of selection in our little bank makes my heart burst with pride.
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New Englanders have a reputation of being stand-off ish and cold but I’ve always known my Maine neighbors to be kind and generous of spirit, always willing to help their community.
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Look at those full shelves.
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And in case you’re worried about Fido and Fluffy?
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We have an organization that feeds them as well.
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And if that doesn’t put a smile on your face when thinking of my town, maybe this will.
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Feeding seemed to work. And they were happily reunited with their owners before long.
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Damn. So am I!
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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.
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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.
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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.
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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.
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If you ever can use this news? My apologies, that’s never been the intent.
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What… you thought they built those pyramids sober?
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I’d like to say this is a joke and laugh, but it’s true and not the least bit funny.
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I’m having visions of lobsters flitting to and to fro from plant to plant under the sea… and it’s quite delightful.
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No side effects from climate change my ass.
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At this point he’s got my vote, dude.
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I’m not a huge ice cream eater and normally don’t have any in the freezer at home, but I do enjoy a nice creamy coffee or mint chocolate chip cone now and then. And while those are my go to flavors I’m always game to try something different. Apple pie? Sure. Passion fruit sherbet? Why not. But there’s a line I’m not willing to cross and the following are on the other side of it.
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I won’t. And you can’t make me.
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Yes. Someone thought it would be a good idea to make eggplant ice cream.
And may I just say…. they were wrong.
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Miller brewing company? Your dishwater beer is bad enough.. what were you thinking?
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Tobacco smoke ice cream? For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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The husband came in the house the other day complaining his pool table felt was loose. You know, the extra expensive, special order, professional grade imported fabric he just had to have when we bought the table. Fearing this would be the usual Casa River nightmare… I was pleasantly surprised when after one call to the store of purchase the owner’s son was here to fix the problem the next afternoon. For free.
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Free is always my favorite word and to be honest I never even knew pool tables needed tune ups but apparently it’s quite common.
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And it isn’t a quick fix by any means.
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Rails must be removed, fabric must be loosened and peeled off the slate. The wax seal must be checked and smoothed.
And then tugging begins.
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Which of course the husband had to be in on.
Men. You do love a good tug.
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After a solid two hours of pulling and tugging and securing on this side, and then pulling and tugging and securing on that side, only to repeat the pulling, tugging and securing on the first side etc etc until I would have heaved the whole table out the door, it was done.
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Rails were replaced, stray threads were trimmed, felt was cleaned and no bill was presented. When I asked the young man how long the warranty on the table lasted… he floored me by saying forever. Granted the fabric will only have so many stretches in it, and because ours is thinner than normal felt it won’t last as long… but as far as normal maintenance goes we’re golden.
This happens so infrequently I was at a loss how to respond. So I pressed a big old tip into his hand to show our appreciation.
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