You know he’s telling his owner where to stick it.
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Chickens are hard to photograph at the fair. Too many cage bars and if you try to get closer? You get pecked.
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Or in this case, fluffy butted.
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Pigs on the other hand, rarely give a damn.
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My late father had a pet pig as a child. He and my mother collected weird little pig oddities when I was young so I’ve always had a soft spot for piggies.
Our house is filled with quirky, bizarre, WTH is that? items.
They clutter our basement, our garage, our barn, our sheds and two embarrassing (close them quickly!) closets.
But when I pulled out the actual junk drawer in the kitchen for inspection?
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It was disappointingly run of the mill.
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A CO2 canister size list, some cut flower life extending powder, a water pistol, a dice game, a Marine Corps challenge coin, a spare hummingbird feeder cover, a feline medicine syringe and a wine cork.
I was scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day and saw something ridiculous. Or rather, something wonderfully ridiculous as opposed to all the eye rolling ridiculousness FB is flooded with lately.
It was this:
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Being proud of my Scottish roots, I had to investigate the page from whence this jewel came.
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And as you can see, I joined my people.
I mean really…
How could I not?
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I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this page immensely.
I realize I haven’t posted many photos of our fall foliage this year.
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The reason being it hasn’t been a very good leaf peeping season.
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Oh, there’s color…
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But by Maine standards it’s been very muted this autumn.
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Too much rain late in the summer and an early mini cold snap that forced the trees to turn too soon could be the reason.
Anyway…
After running a few errands down south, we realized we’d skipped lunch and headed to a very popular Wells restaurant for an early dinner.
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Off season, on a Thursday… and there was a line half an hour before they opened. We weren’t going to wait, but.
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It’s a steakhouse and my husband loves a good steak.
When the doors opened and the mad rush for upstairs dining was in full force, we took the road less traveled and headed for the bar on the first floor.
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This place is impossible to get in during the summer, jam packed every night so we were expecting amazing things.
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My appetizer was not one of them.
Shrimp and crab stuffed mushrooms. Dry uninteresting balls of stuffing they must have waved a crab over and called it good.
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Two overly sweetened cocktails in, my salad was basically a bowl of iceberg lettuce drenched in bottled blue cheese.
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We both ordered the filet mignons, which were decent enough… though nothing to gush over.
Places like this always make me wonder why people are willing to stand on line for basically nothing special.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.