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.
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)
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.
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.
When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..
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For which our cat is quite thankful.
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Have you hugged your feather today?
( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.
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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.
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