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A bit more haggis humor just because.
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We have this breed in our backyard on occasion… though I’ve never heard them play the banjo.
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A classic.
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That haggis does not look amused.
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My advice?
Run!
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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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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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Day five of housebound Hell.
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Covid is the gift that keeps on giving.
Today?
Brain fog.
I put the scissors in the refrigerator and my reading glasses in the cutlery drawer.
I poured cereal in the cat’s dry food bowl.
I’m not concentrating well and can’t seem to focus.
WTH!
Anyone else experience similar Covid weirdness?
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Dinner is served.
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A little molasses flavored grain is always a welcome treat.
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Two bowls…
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First come, first serve.
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Unless you’re small enough to sneak underneath.
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😊
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Fore!
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In my entire life, I have never wanted to play golf.
Ever.
Until now…
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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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Is everything a scam these days?
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We’ve been having trouble with our landline.
Yes, you read that correctly. The old fashioned form of communication we decrepit antique humans grew up using. It doesn’t take pictures or track your location or allow you to cruise porn…. but when the power goes out? It still works without charging. There’s something to be said for simple technology.
We hooked up a landline when we first moved to this house 22 years ago and never saw any need to cancel it. It’s the number we give to businesses and doctors offices and all those annoying things you sign up for that require one. It’s our junk call line and saves our cell phones from being inundated with spam.
Anyhoo…. I’ve noticed the line has been scratchy with distortion lately, but didn’t pay it much attention. Until the other day when my husband tried to use the phone and couldn’t. Sure enough, the line was stone cold dead.
After an aggravating half an hour trying to reach a non artificial life form at the phone company, I was connected to ‘Ruby’… who said she was from the Philippines but sounded like she got there by way of Mumbai. I explained the problem and after giving her my cell phone as a contact number, an appointment was made for a tech visit. Problem solved. Great.
I thought no more about it… until I started receiving random texts from unrecognized numbers in Idaho and Nebraska and South Dakota an hour later. They said, “What’s wrong with your phone? Have you blocked me?” and “Why haven’t I heard from you?” and “Hi! How have you been?”
I don’t know anyone in Idaho, Nebraska or South Dakota and the timing smells a bit fishy.
I had to give my cell number to the phone company because the phone I was calling about was dead…. and now I’m getting fishy texts.
Is everything a scam these days?
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