Tag Archives: humor

Merry ho ho.

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No matter how low key your celebrations, I know they’re more festive than ours at Casa River this year. Catching Covid and having to cancel our trip derailed our holiday plans and left us too sick to care. No tree, no gifts… though I am feeling better and will cook us a nice turkey dinner with all the trimmings today.

No biggie. I’m at the age where all our grand Christmas celebrations are in the past… and that’s fine.

I did see something that made my heart swell with spirit the other day though…

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Now that’s my kind of tree topper!

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Merry Christmas dear blog friends.

Here’s hoping your home is filled with food, family, fun and if you’re really lucky…. an owl.

❤️

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Taking him to the train station…

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Enough already Covid, it’s time for you to let go.

Day 8 for me… and though for the most part I’m better… the nagging cough, nasal congestion and overwhelming fatigue persist. Housework hasn’t been done, laundry is piling up and I can’t seem to find the energy to care.

I cook, cough, eat, blow my nose, do dishes, cough, and repeat.

Husband feels about the same, just a few days behind me. They say misery loves company but at this point I’d prefer to suffer alone and have him do some chores.

So here we sit, binging the entire 5 seasons of Yellowstone because my husband never saw it. He’s always late to popular series parties… but is enjoying the ride now.

Christmas?

What’s that….

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😮‍💨

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News you can’t use.

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Because even having Covid can’t stop my nonsense news.

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Inspiration?

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Epic oops.

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Talk about multi tasking.

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Finally… a use for artificial intelligence I can get behind.

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I know why.

Australia has wombats.

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Just when I thought our species couldn’t get any stupider.

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I don’t even want to tattoo my skin…. needles in my eyes?

Hell no.

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The latest trend in ocean fashion.

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What fresh Hell is this?

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Day 6 of my Covid journey dawned with me still feeling crappy… congested, coughing and bone tired,… but I’m less foggy and brain addled so that’s progress. I even managed to feed the cat something more appropriate than Raisin Bran.

I’m gaining.

Not that there’s any rest for the weary when my husband is three days behind me on the plague meter and still in the miserable thick of it.

Having Covid is bad enough, but having to nurse someone else who has Covid while you’re still feeling its effects?

Hell.

And to top it all off, I woke up this morning with absolutely no sense of smell or taste. Nothing. Nada. This worries me, because my girlfriend lost hers for over two years and said it was truly awful.

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News you can’t use.

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Because we all need a break from political news.

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And it’s a sad state of affairs when even gate lice are preferable.

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These are the kind of problems I want.

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I think the more important question is why did no one notice he was dead for four days? But it was Wells Fargo, so enough said.

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I think you just did.

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That is too disturbing to contemplate.

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Not having children, I was unaware this is a common ailment during pregnancy. Wonder if it’s accompanied by rumbles of thunder…

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Not the kind of meet cute story you want to tell your grandchildren.

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