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Because if you’re here? You’re already bored enough….
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I stole this from FB, and some of the answers are worth sharing.
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Drat.
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Thank you, but I’d rather not.
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How sad.
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How many players do you need?
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Kudos!
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Too funny!
Here’s mine –
(And talk about perfect timing)
Severance.
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Somewhere nearby, my husband is cringing.
Now you…
Title your sex life by the last show you watched.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.
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Or at all, honestly.
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Cat life is good.
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The moon has been amazing lately, but I never manage to take decent photographs of it.
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Doesn’t stop me from trying though.
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Shout out to Grace at Just Tawkin’ for recommending this beautifully written, heartwarming, and simply wonderful book.
You’ll never think of an octopus the same way.
❤️
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The husband and I celebrated a wedding anniversary recently.
This was my Facebook post for the day.
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Sorry, but it’s true. He’s an amazing husband, partner and overall great guy. Generous, strong willed, kind hearted and honest. Is it any wonder I’ve kept him so long?
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A lovely bouquet was delivered that morning…
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And then the happy couple took a drive down the coast for a walk.
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It was a bit brisk, so we didn’t make the whole loop…
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But we ended the day with cocktails and a nice meal.
The blackberry elderflower Prosecco spritz with fresh mint was divine.
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As were my giant crab cakes.
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These sexy swimmers of yesteryear were hanging on the wall to my right, but I only had eyes for my guy.
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Honey balsamic salmon for the husband… the sugar caramelized, but it was perfectly cooked.
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And a fabulous chicken Marsala for moi.
Here’s to another four happy decades.
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We woke up yesterday morning to snow.
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The forecast called for 6-8 inches but we barely got 4.
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Maine winters aren’t what they used to be, but the birds still need to be fed.
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There really wasn’t enough white stuff to blow, but men do love their noisy toys.
After the chores were done, we headed out to the man cave for a game.
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And even with horrible letters like these, I was victorious.
By late morning?
It was time to start drinking.
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And after listening to that inaugural speech?
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I might keep drinking until 2029.
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It’s useless, but hopefully entertaining as well.
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Is it me…. or are those dodos wearing some very bad toupees? No wonder they went extinct.
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It could hardly be any worse.
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Narcissists are the worst.
Though ripping off their faces may be an extreme solution.
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Sounds like they found him.
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I love Cajun food and learned to cook gumbo and etouffe from Louisiana natives. But swamp rat is one pirogue too far.
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Knowing it worked is enough for me.
You want details? You’re on your own.
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I have a gin rummy app on my phone.
If I want to play that game I have to do it there…. because I beat my husband too often and he’ll only sit down for a game with me if the power goes out and he’s desperate for entertainment.
I have it set it on the most difficult level and beating the computer is challenging. Until the other day when it declared me the winner…
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Though I clearly was not.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his blanket during the winter months.
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And woe to the human who thinks about removing it from the couch.
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His Lordship has my husband well trained.
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He knocks his favorite mouse off the ottoman…
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And my husband catches it.
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Again.
And again.
And again….
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His Lordship is an odd fellow and has been known to sit and stare at nothing at all.
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Yesterday morning it was the sun.
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Lord Dudley loves his mouse.
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And often goes full on penguin, tucking it under his belly.
Is he trying to hatch it?
Time will tell.
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I can’t say I’m overly fond of the tipping system in general and feel it would be better if employers paid their workers a living wage… but that being said, I understand how much people rely on the income and tip accordingly.
I’m a good tipper and rarely if ever drop below 25%. Yes, my husband gives me the stink eye when I leave tips for hotel housekeepers and slip the moving men some cash, but I’m happy to appreciate good service.
There’s only one place where I take issue with tipping.
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And that’s restaurant take out counters.
They’re not serving me. They’re not making multiple trips to my table to refill a glass or clear plates. They’re not reciting specials and making sure the food is properly prepared. No. They’re handing me a bag or box. And for that, I don’t tip.
What say ye blog friends… am I right, or do you tip takeout?
Oddly enough, when I was thinking about writing this post a memory popped up on my FB page. It was a picture I’d taken of a bill we received at a cafe in Vermont. The register had printed a helpful guide for tips.
See if you can spot the problem.
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I admit I don’t understand the new math… but even under those convoluted rules 20% of $39.19 shouldn’t be $17.49.
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I read an article the other day that has me a bit worried.
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Long time readers will know we have had intense battles over the years with a certain female squirrel we call the Red B*tch.
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But after reading this…
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We may have to rethink our strategy.
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Use is a relative term.
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That’s odd. Most grandmas take their secret recipes with them.
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I know, I know.
You’re all an extra large…
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Damn.
All I ever find in ours is deer poop.
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That’s Elon’s idea.
I just know it.
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Karma is a bitch.
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Imagine how much crabmeat stuffing you’d need for that sucker.
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