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Because you need your weekly fix of nonsense news.
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If your penis can lift barbells? I don’t want to know about it…
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Or not.
I’m going with not.
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I am a menopausal woman of a certain age, and while I don’t yet resemble Lord Dudley Mountcatten on the whisker front… I will admit to fighting one stubborn hair that has no business on my chin.
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I only have one question, but it’s the most important.
Does the cow enjoy it?
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I’m not at all conflicted.
They’re awful.
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Installing hanging plant brackets on the new porch posts only meant one thing…
I had to shop for hanging plants.
Which isn’t easy this time of year as decorations turn toward fall. I searched high and low and only found one nursery that had anything pretty left.
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But these half price dragon wing begonias fit the bill nicely.
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Now it’s looking like a porch I can be proud of.
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Even if it’s not quite finished…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been tentatively exploring the new arrivals in the den.
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And looks at me like, what gives?
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Each piece must be thoroughly tested…
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And if this face doesn’t scream displeasure I’ll eat my hat.
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Complaints are loud and frequent.
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After a few days, His Lordship has given his approval to one piece and one piece only…
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The ottoman can stay.
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The third railing section was done…
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And though it was the smallest, the last section proved the most difficult as well.
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There was some considerable sputtering during its attachment to the stone, so I kept my distance until completion.
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Voila! (which spell check always changes to viola)
Railings are done.
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And though it took me over an hour to convince my husband he had to rehang my plant brackets…
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He shimmied into the small space and did just that.
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A little more tinkering with the electrical outlet…
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And we’ve reached the point where there’s no more to do until the new front door arrives.
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So now we wait…
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She’s still here.
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That red demon spawn of a rodent…
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And she’s been manically searching for a way in.
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Of course all that scampering about searching for entry is tiring…
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So sometimes, she just chills.
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Railing section number one was complete thanks to my brilliant painters tape idea so we moved on to number two…
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The unfinished staggered stone making a nice tool shelf.
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It’s really starting to look like something now.
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More like a porch and less like a disaster zone.
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Of course the husband wouldn’t listen to me at the beginning when I told him the height he chose was wrong. I wanted it a few inches higher, but no… he knew best.
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Which means the yew bush on the far right completely blocks the first railing section from view.
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Two down, two to go…
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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.
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This is an easy one for me….
Nurse/doctor.
I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.
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How about you?
Which profession should you avoid at all costs…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted the red menace on his walk the other day and ran at full speed into the woodshed.
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He climbed up the wood and searched…
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But didn’t come close to catching her.
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He’s just not fast enough for that troublesome witch.
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Our new blue couch was proving just as difficult to move into the house as our old behemoth sleeper sofa was to move out.
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Up and over was the only way to turn the corner.
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We bought from a family run business and the two sons were the delivery men.
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Though I should say boys, they’re not even old enough to drink the tip money we gave them.
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New (blue) furniture.
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I’m usually a neutral girl so this flies against my norm.
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But it adds a nice pop of color and we’re pleased.
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As previously reported, we now own a vintage buckboard/carriage/old thing.
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It’s prominently placed on the lawn in front of the barn for optimum viewing, because… that was the whole point of buying it.
Right?
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Well, not quite.
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Because every evening about 7:00, my husband pushes it in the shed.
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Every evening, and every time rain is forecast… or the ground is wet, or the wind is blowing or the frog in the field across the street is croaking too loudly.
You get the idea.
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Putting it in the shed is not an easy chore. It’s a really tight fit…
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And something tells me the damn thing is going to spend more time inside than out.
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