Tag Archives: humor

Man cave malfunction.

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Of course it happened on the day we’d invited friends over for adult beverages and pool in the man cave. I’d gone out early to set up some tasty snacks and heard an awful noise coming from under the bar.

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My mini mixer fridge.

Oh, the horror!

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Frozen solid and ready to burn out the motor. I unplugged, emptied, laid down a towel and propped open the door to defrost. Thinking our not even two year old expensive appliance was ready to die, I did some research. Turns out over packing a mini fridge is common and once the air flow is blocked it freezes up.

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And yes, I was certainly guilty of that. Club soda, tonic, Coke, ginger ale, Sprite, Bloody Mary mix, Tom collins mix, premixed margaritas, cranberry juice, lemonade, lime juice, orange juice etc. I have a well stocked bar, I need a well stocked mixer fridge!

I’m happy to report the 24 hour defrost worked with no apparent damage. Fridge is back up and running though with considerably less inventory this time around.

Thankfully we have a much larger beer fridge for the overflow.

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What’s blooming?

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This weirdo bush was in place when we moved in 20 years ago. It blooms well, in big fuzzy pink blossoms.

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Bees and butterflies love it, so even though it clashes with our red baby barn… it stays.

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In my front bed? A small salvia that doesn’t get any larger year to year but keeps hanging on.

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Then there’s my little daisy.

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She’s so bright and cheerful, I went back to the same nursery later that season and bought two more of her.

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But as you can see, her big sister is large.

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Soooo much larger than they were supposed to be. They don’t even bloom at the same time. Major daisy fail.

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Stone garden border project … day 8.

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Another day, another layer of stone.

It’s back breaking work and though I kept offering to help… I got the look and strolled myself back inside the house.

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Every time I thought he was almost finished, I’d check back to find he’d removed what he previously laid and reworked the section.

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And when he knelt inside the border like that?

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It looked like one very expensive sandbox.

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It means boat.

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Bateau – def. a light flat-bottomed riverboat used in eastern and central North America.

A bateau is a boat, but in my neck of the woods? It’s also a brewery.

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Perched on the river in a turn of the century mercantile building, we met the owners recently and had to check it out. And though the outdoor seating had a great view….

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It was hot, so we opted for indoor.

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Which also had a good waterfront view.

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I liked the vibe, and I liked the beer.

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I did not like the fact that my husband and our friend found the strategically placed cribbage board and left me twiddling my thumbs for an hour .

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But I joined the Maine Beer Trail and checked in accordingly.

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And I drank.

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It was called pucking sour… and it was, with cherry and pomegranate undertones.

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Up close and personal.

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The husband came home from the gas station with something cradled in his hands the other day.

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A perfectly dried and preserved Monarch butterfly he found on top of the gas pump.

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Such delicate, beautiful creatures.

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He (she?) will reside on the auxiliary desk in our home office, with the hummingbird nest a girlfriend gave me and the pig made from nut shells I bought in Chinatown when I was a child.

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My respect for Aussie laissez faire grows…

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Australians are the kings and queens of chill.

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A weekend trip to Christmas Island went off the rails as soon as the family started cooking dinner.

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Coconut crabs don’t rate the nickname “robber crabs” for nothing.

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Crabs were climbing up chairs and table legs trying to steal a bite to eat… but did the Aussie family flip out and run for their boat?

No.

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They popped the tops on a few and calmly batted the crabs off their plates.

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Stone garden border project… day 7.

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I’m happy to report it was a dull and uneventful day of stone installation.

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Probably because I stayed in the house. Oh, I was out there bright and early ready to work, but my help was neither needed nor desired.. so I left him to it.

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The border looks great, though it really is a lot smaller than I wanted.

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The perennial bed I had envisioned will have to be dramatically downsized.

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But something is better than nothing and he certainly is doing a good job.

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For the love of all that’s holy… no.

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What the Hell Texas!

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Loyal readers know I dislike dolls. Those dead eyed, soul stealing little human replicants have haunted my dreams for decades. So when I read about the abominations washing up on shore in Texas?

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I cringed.

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Figuratively and literally.

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The thought of casually strolling down the beach and bumping my toe into that makes me want to scream.

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Thirty.

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Of those…. things.

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Thank you John. You’re doing the world a great service.

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Burn them.

Burn them all…..

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