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I never know whether to believe some of the ridiculous ads they have on Facebook. But sadly, this one is real.
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Yes, everyone farts, but that doesn’t mean you need to build a business around the fact.
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I can get it in the Cracked Rat color? Well, okay then.
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Farts not included? Ha. Good one.
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Good grief, do people actually think that’s funny?
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Fair questions, all.
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So I’m going to buy a fart blanket that doesn’t absorb farts? There’s a brilliant marketing strategy.
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It feels like it’s almost over, but I still want to laugh.
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I hate when that happens.
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A little regional humor. But no less true…
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This was precisely the reason we chose our current home. I know we technically have neighbors, but not seeing them makes them makes my fondness for them grow.
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That looks about right.
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And this one is dead on.
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I’m sorry, but these are a hoot and I simply have to share.
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Yeah, you know it’s going to be good.
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Told you!
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Well yes, that’s just good manners.
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A footlong doesn’t require a blessing… it requires an exorcism.
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Family. It’s so important.
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When an eggplant just won’t do.
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Admit it, you’re snorting with laughter too.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten has the run of the house and has discovered most of its interesting spots…. the spare bathroom sink was new territory.
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And when I turned on the faucet to create dripping water?
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He was hooked and spent an hour trying to catch it.
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I laughed, I filmed, I sat for a while and watched him play. But even after I shut off the faucet and turned out the lights?
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He continued searching for the drip. And now, days later? He still goes in every once in a while waiting for it to magically appear.
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You know, the one our friends gave us that inspired my husband to spend untold thousands in converting his storage barn to a man cave extraordinaire? Well guess what…. the husband has decided the free table isn’t good enough now and has been shopping for a new one.
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Have you ever shopped for a pool table during a global pandemic that forced everyone to stay home? If not, I don’t recommend it. Maybe it’s just Maine, but up here decent pool tables are hard to find. After exhaustive research ( that would be me, you know he wouldn’t take the time ) and a few disappointing viewings from Craig’s List ( ‘oh yes, the table is nearly new and in perfect condition’ they say… standing over a tilted, dented wreck with ripped felt ) we found a store with two ( yes, that’s all ) tables for sale.
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Did I mention it was a very high class place? I deduced this by the dogs playing poker plastic sculpture that took center stage.
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Swanky pool cue holders were available as well.
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Husband tried this table but it got a no vote from me. If we’re going with better… I want better, not seedy pool hall decor.
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This had a little more style, but the wrong color felt. Turquoise may be hot right now but we prefer the old fashioned green.
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The tables can be ordered and customized with any wood finish as well.
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Out the door, delivered and professionally set up for $3,500. Please note this is a far cry from free…. but not as much as the Brunswick or Olhausen brands. Those babies go for $8,000 – $10,000.
* gulp *
The search continues.
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I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.
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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?
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Nipyata! Count me in.
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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.
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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.
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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.
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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)
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This first one might be a bit of an exaggeration…
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But there’s a reason I have a permanent dent in my right shoulder and tend to list a little to that side.
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Cross off the always annoyed and it’s a perfect description of me in the past year. Sigh…
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We cat people pretend our feline overlords feel deep affection for us…. but it’s just as likely they’d eat us if we dropped dead on the living room floor.
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Now that, is a dilemma.
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This popped up on my notification page the other day.
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And knowing no one wants to see me run across a field naked, I figured there must be another explanation.
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Okay then.
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Thank you. I shall try to keep the inane drivel that is my blog consistently flowing.
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Yeah, I post too often. Message received.
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Seriously?
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I think once every 500 posts would be sufficient.
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Really not necessary guys.
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Can you spell overkill…
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Enough already!
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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.
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But then….
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Two rival males arrived.
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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.
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They just kept moving closer.
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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.
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Go ahead. You know you want to…
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Well, crap.
Looks like I won’t be running out of Brussels sprouts any time soon. And while I’m one of the few people who actually like them..
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Calm down sprouts, I’m on your side. But a lifetime supply is probably more than even I need.
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