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I knew it, but I did it anyway.
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And now I’m paying the price.
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My FB reader is filled with ridiculous ads.
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There’s a jerky of the month club?
Fowl Capone and Habanero Escobar?
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The only thing worse is this…
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Fresh goat poop.
Because no one wants a slightly stale batch of that.
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Alternate title : The Bitch is Back.
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Still on our roof.
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Still trying to chew her way back into our house.
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Look at her.
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Taunting me.
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We’ve sealed up every entry point we can find.
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But she keeps looking.
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Did I laugh when she scrambled on top of the gutter, slipped and fell in the downspout?
Damn right I did.
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Because we all need to laugh more often.
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I don’t know, but FFS…. someone send her back.
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How exactly does one do that?
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We’ll all be doing this come January.
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Yes.
That sounds about right.
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Guess it’s been a rough year for everyone.
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Oh, those Brits.
Ever helpful with the good advice.
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Here’s hoping your holiday is happy, safe and free of tactical response teams.
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I mean, really. Who wouldn’t?
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A wiener beverage is a beautiful thing.
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Who knew pricks were so helpful?
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I’ve been seeing a lot of the next type of item recently.
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If someone could explain the current fascination with unicorn bodily functions to me, that would be swell.
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Mixed tapes?
Someone needs to set Marty McFly’s dial to the 21rst Century.
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First it was cat butts, now Corgi.
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The world really has gone mad.
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You know the drill… if you’re a business blog and are trying to sell me something? You’re history.
This goes for the slew of robotic self help sites as well. I’m as good as I’m ever going to get. I’ve accepted that… they should as well.
So yes, I zapped a yoga promoting site that followed me recently… but not before I checked out their page.
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Yoga? No thanks. The days of twisting my body into a pretzel are long gone. The husband isn’t happy about that either…. but what are ya gonna do?
But beer? There’s an exercise routine I fully support.
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Drinking beer and posing? Heck, I’ve been doing that for years!
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Beer.
I always figured it went with everything. But yoga?
Who knew!
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I admit I never gave the mongoose much thought before I read this article.
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But now?
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The ladies have earned my respect.
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You go girl!
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My husband, the king of romance.
Since we haven’t done any traveling this year due to the global plague, my wonderful spouse suggested we take a ride up the coast one warm afternoon last week. I readily agreed and dressed appropriately.
I was a little surprised to hear him pulling the truck out of the garage instead of the Beemer, but he loves that old thing and I figured he wanted to run her for a spell.
I should have known.
Where did my thoughtful husband take me on our relaxing ride up the coast?
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To one of the few remaining bring anything and everything you want to throw out dumps that are still open during the pandemic.
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And while I’m thrilled there are still things he’s willing to relinquish, this wasn’t the leisurely waterfront cruise I had in mind.
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Romance.
I think it’s well and truly dead.
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Well, no. Not that kind.
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But this type could be amusing.
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I live for crazy, off beat adult games.
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Whaaaat!!
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You get a giant red crab claw free with purchase?
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I am so buying this.
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My only question is why anyone makes these things in the first place.
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I prefer my clams in chowder with heavy cream thank you very much.
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Oh, hell no. I can only drink if the BeeGees are playing?
Trust me, if the BeeGees are playing…. I’ll need more not less.
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I’m sorry, but they don’t. Less really is more.
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While this is rather cute? It’s also a great way to take out an eye. Weaponized mallows are over the top, even for me.
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No. Aside from the fact the packaging seems to be marketed for 6 year old girls…
I refuse to wear a perfume named Juicy Bunny on sheer principle.
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We were back in the barn this weekend and ran the new heat pump for the first time. It’s a big space so it took a while to warm up… but the building held the set temperature all day, which means all our stuff and seal each and every god damn gap insulation work…
Worked.
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But there were still a few more windows to trim and that’s when things went downhill.
There was sputtering, mumbling, cursing and okay…. small pieces of wood may or may not have been flung across the room.
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When the wood started flying? I knew it was time for a distraction… so I trudged down to our crap filled underground nightmare basement and retrieved a treasure we purchased a few years ago.
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A neon bar sign from the Ommegang brewery in New York. We stumbled on them when we visited the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown and fell in love with their Belgians.
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If you’re ever in the area, check out their tasting room in the old barn… and if you’re visiting this time of year? Try my favorite.
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There’s a tavern in Brussels famous for it’s pigeon racing?
Sounds like my kind of place.
And speaking of Brussels…
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When you live across the street from an organic vegetable farmer?
You never know what will show up on your doorstep in the morning.
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