I had a good chuckle at some local Maine events recently.
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Whoopie pies are a thing up here. They come in numerous flavors, everyone makes them and everyone loves them. (Except my husband, for reasons I’ve never understood. They’re delightful) And while a wine pairing with whoopies might seem strange to some, it’s perfectly logical to us.
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Cocktails? Yes.
Fried bugs? No.
I’d have to be very, very happy to reach for those.
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Can’t believe I missed this one!
Maine has very few rabbits left in the wild and there are none in my area. I would totally have eaten pastries and cuddled bunnies!
Useless but (hopefully) entertaining. That’s my blog in a nutshell.
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Say what?
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I don’t call being two inches tall and looking exactly like a mouse normal for a human child, but what do I know?
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Mine is clearly an extra…. for when my front two wear out from excessive rolling.
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Leave it to a no nonsense Mainer. Angus King wants Medicare to pay for $12 bath mats for seniors so they won’t slip in the shower and break a hip. A simple and cheap solution, so naturally the government won’t go for it.
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I know nothing about the history of the pubic wig. And I plan on keeping it that way.
And it’s a whole lot bigger than our old ancient set.
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I can’t say I’m overly thrilled to have an outdoor recliner, but my husband sure is.
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You may notice that something is missing.
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And by missing, I mean on a table inside the barn.
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You’ll see there are five throw pillows. The set came with six. But the day after I set up the furniture and went outside to read?
There were four.
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I retrieved number five from under the barn.
Number six seems to be gone for good and I’m sure Momma Chuck is to blame. She’s been on an insane search for nesting material this year and it seems our porch furniture is irresistible.
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So since I can’t have color contrasting pillows due to thieving critters, I’m thinking of adding a rug .
Filling up the tank hurts these days. But it wasn’t always that way. I fondly recall pulling into a gas station and not paying a bit of attention to the price.
And while I remember the oil embargo of the 1970’s, I was a child and couldn’t tell you what my parents paid when the stations were open on alternating Monday and Thursday afternoons.
Newly married in the early eighties? Gas up the road from our house in North Carolina was .79 cents a gallon.
We have cellular shades in our living room and dining area.
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We put them up a while back when we had the new windows installed. They’re lightweight, light filtering and the perfect color.
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So of course, the largest one just died.
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It’s stuck in this position. And no matter how many times my husband took it apart and tried to fix it, he couldn’t.
Now, you might say… so what?
That 6 inch gap isn’t a big deal.
But after the sun moves to the front of the house and we want to open the blinds?
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We have to stand on the couch and manually fold it up double and balance it on the top rail.
This is not a look I’m willing to live with.
So we went shopping for its replacement…. which no longer exists because the company changed all the colors and materials. We searched everywhere, in every store, in person and online.
Nada.
I even contacted the Levelor company directly. No dice.
My husband was all for buying one blind of another brand that didn’t match, but was “close enough”… but even the sales guy looked at him like he was color blind. It wasn’t close. It wasn’t even in the same family.
So as much as I hate the thought, we’re going to have to replace five blinds instead of one.
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I found these, which are very similar.
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Woodland taupe.
Perfect.
What wasn’t so perfect? The price.
For 5 lousy cellular shades!
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I gulped.
My husband choked.
Damn. Are they dipping these things in gold dust now?
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