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How weird is your state?

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Apologies for not posting every state, some of you just aren’t that weird.

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This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. There are entirely too many fake cowboys.

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Do pickles bounce in every state, or just Connecticut?

Is my recently dormant pickle algorithm to blame for this blog?

I have questions…

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If I have any Hawaiian readers, please try this and report back.

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Okay, so that’s not very weird, but it’s my state so I’m including it.

I’m also adding this picture …. of the absolutely only billboard I’ve ever seen here. It’s on the Lisbon road heading towards Lewiston and was supposedly “grandfathered” in.

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I don’t buy that excuse. There were plenty of older billboards, someone is just too cowardly to rip down God.

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Kudos to Nebraska for their honesty.

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Finally, a reason to visit Notth Dakota.

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Do you love this as much as I do?

I’m not sure why they thought a giant plastic potato would draw tourists to their state, but I’m all in.

It also might explain something my husband and I are puzzled by every time we drive by this house…

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Yes. This is real.

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Clearly the homeowners are from Rhode Island.

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Seagulls have been known to wreak havoc here. I’ve had them steal a loaf of bread from my tote bag and dive bomb our cat. They will flat out f**k you up.

I’m definitely not spitting on one.

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We’re doomed.

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As many of you know, we’ve battled a certain red squirrel in the past.

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She’s chewed holes in our barn, our garage and our wood shed.

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She’s gnawed her way into the eaves of our home and given birth to a large brood we physically had to evict. She attacked my husband when he was cleaning gutters and built a nest in his truck engine, destroying wires that required it to be towed to the repair shop. I could go on, but I think you get the gist.

She’s a menace.

So the other day… when I saw she had a friend?

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I was concerned, but before I could fully process the horror? I saw this…

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Four!

There are now four red menaces in residence.

We’re doomed.

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Creative carrots, cemetery shopping and unlimited tequila…

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I love creative people, and since I’m clearly not one of them I enjoy seeing and stealing their ideas.

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I would never have thought of using carrots in a floral bouquet, but it totally works.

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The other day I used Apple Maps to find an antique store the husband wanted to visit.

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Should I be worried there’s a cemetery at the exact same address?

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Yes, damn it.

She’s back.

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Not that his Lordship cares.

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Dudley knows how to relax.

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Is that the perfect vacation trip or what?

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My pickle algorithm has been blissfully quiet for a while… until this popped up last week.

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**groan**

This last one is specifically for Mark.

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This and that.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…

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Should I be worried?

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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…

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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.

I may have to own this.

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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.

If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.

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Bacon is life.

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Let’s play.

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You’ll have to think for a moment, but have faith…

I think you can do it.

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I can think of quite a few I happily lived without back in the day but can’t imagine surviving the loss of now….

Power windows in cars. Did we ever roll them down manually? My mind boggles at the physical effort.

Microwaves. I don’t cook with ours but reheating leftovers quickly is one of life’s simple pleasures.

DVRs. The pleasure of watching what I want when I want cannot be beat.

But if I’m honest the number one modern convenience I can’t do without is my iPhone. It holds my 23,710 photos and keeps me in touch with long lost friends. It’s my dictionary, my calculator, my encyclopedia, and my address book. It’s a source of video entertainment, games, and shopping. I call, I text, I email. I bank, I navigate, and check the local weather. Most importantly? I blog with you lot.

Sadly, I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d be lost without it.

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So how about you…

What mod con will they pry from your cold dead hands?

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The flotsam I need to share.

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I don’t know if this first one is true, but I really hope so. The cuteness factor is off the charts.

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And because I’m nerdy enough to get a giant kick out of this –

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Murphy’s cat? Uncannily accurate.

As my loyal readers know, adjusting to retirement has not been easy for my husband. Feeling useless and unproductive with endless hours to fill has been driving him a bit batty. I’ve given him numerous suggestions, none of which have been to his liking.

And then I saw this…

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Now that’s a retirement career he’s well suited for!

Without starting a political argument, I’m just going to drop the following photo here. Taken at the FBI, it shows a worker following orders to paint.

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The fact that he’s been ordered to paint over awful words like fairness, respect and integrity speaks volumes.

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Reading this article makes me realize that American shellfish are complete slackers. Let’s put those suckers to work!

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I’m ending this post with Lord Dudley Mountcatten, staring me down for no good reason. Just because he can.

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Snow days.

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More snow makes for pretty pictures I like to share with all my snowless southern and western friends.

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The shrubbery wear hats.

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And the edge of the driveway hump grows.

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Critter paths are clearly visible.

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And we have no idea who was romping on our deck. Those faded middle tracks are my husband’s, but clearly others followed suit.

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A path to the man cave must be shoveled.

It’s where the beer lives…

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News you can’t use.

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Admit it, you look forward to this nonsense.

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See?

Nonsense.

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The Big Poo Review.

Nothing but hard news for my readers, yes sir.

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I never even knew we were talking.

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Of course she does.

She’s proud.

But the very next day?

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Don’t try this at home children.

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Moral of the story?

Butt crack piercing (predictive text changed this to ‘butt frack piercing’, which sounds even more painful) is not for the faint hearted.

Or faint butted.

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