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Yes, we Mainers are an interesting and sometimes inventive breed.
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My mother used to say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. Or in this case, a leaf blower powered hoverboard.
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Ayup.
Maine winters are long, you might as well have a hobby.
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Fashion is ephemeral. One day something is trending hot and everyone has to wear it/do it… the next day it’s passé. Here’s hoping this never catches on, because honestly? Eew.
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Sorry, but that just looks like five globs of mucus…. and if I don’t eat the slimy shellfish? I certainly don’t want them on the end of my fingers.
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I added the perfect glass to the man cave bar shelf yesterday. Because I do, to both.
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It’s official, I will be calling our vacuum the rollsuck supreme from now on.
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Yeah, because I need Dudley to stare at me more than he does already . Not!
And speaking of Dudley, for your viewing pleasure here’s a quick clip of him enjoying his latest hobby. Fly catching.
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And while it’s a bit disgusting he insists on eating them? On a positive note, our house will be fly free for the foreseeable future.
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Yes, this really is a thing.
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And they’re not exactly giving them away either.
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Dudley also doesn’t need a scratcher that looks like a sardine can.
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I mean, Christ…. look what happened to this poor cat when he used it.
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No thank you annoying Facebook algorithm, Dudley will live quite happily without this as well.
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I’m sure the cat in the advertisement would much rather have had a bowl of tuna.
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And will be pooping in his parents slippers as soon as they go to sleep tonight.
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Covid has changed our lives in a myriad of ways, and while I’d like to say I’ve come to appreciate the smaller things and learned I don’t need things like dinner out, travel, shopping trips and concerts ( though I do, I really do! ) what I’ve discovered is somewhat different.
Basically I need two things.
#1….. I need to step away from the bacon, cupcakes and potato chips. Who knew sitting on the couch blogging while stuffing your face with snacks for a year could lead to none of your clothes fitting properly ? Not me, that’s for sure.
And #2….. I need to find a hair salon ASAP. Because along with socializing and vacations, the other thing I haven’t done in a year is get my hair cut.
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Last spring it was healthy and perfectly layered, this spring it’s dry, full of split ends and suffering from my crazed butchering with the kitchen scissors.
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No layers, no shape, no bounce. I’ve never gone this long without a stylist working their magic and it’s beginning to show.
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And no, I haven’t touched the color, it’s just different lighting in the photos.
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To be honest I thought a solid year of unchecked growth would result in more inches but it only seems to have lengthened on the top. Leave it to me to have weirdo hair.
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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.
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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?
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I totally need to go.
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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.
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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.
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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.
If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a constant source of entertainment.
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And not just a little bit goofy.
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But who can blame him? When you have a fun toy permanently attached to your ass, you have to make the most of it….
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He’s a weirdo.
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But a lovable weirdo.
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Finally, something worth exploring.
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Hmm…
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Pomegranate wine sounds intriguing… but Gatorade Chablis?
The horror!
And speaking of horrors.
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Butt deodorant is back.
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Bacteria is digesting my bodily fluids?
Holy crap.
I’m going to need a lot of homemade wine.
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No, I’m not kidding. Hugh Hefner used to own this.
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And now you can spend the night in it as well. Smoking jacket optional.
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I can’t say this would be my resort destination of choice.
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But it would definitely be different.
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Heck, that pillow alone is blog worthy.
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And the night time pics are pretty dramatic.
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Because isn’t that the very best kind?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.
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But he has been known to assume some strange positions.
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Not all of them graceful.
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Truthfully, I’m jealous.
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I haven’t been that limber in years…
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Yes, after posting one cute Dudley Mountcatten picture…. Facebook has decided that I need to see all the ridiculous things cat owners purchase while genuflecting before the altar of their furry diety.
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No.
I’m sorry, but I feel absolutely no need to cuddle a stuffed cat log. Although, they would make an interesting club to whack the husband with when he gets out of line.
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Oh no, Hell no.
While I did chortle over the plethora of Bernie in his quintessentially New England winter attire memes, I have no desire for a personalized cat version on my wall.
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Hmm. Dead rodent door knocker? Only if it comes in a red squirrel version…
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