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The plastic was attached to one of the greenhouses across the road the other day, and then…
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We had a wind driven rain.
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Which made for an interesting show.
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It was almost hypnotic.
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And proved a little more attachment work was needed.
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Because I’m still chuckling about this FB page.
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Wondering if the haggis were including or cost extra.
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Ouch!
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Haggis wrangling is not for the faint of heart.
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Almost little guy.
Almost…
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Now that’s a carbon footprint.
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The perfect stocking stuffer!
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Like news you can use, but worse.
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I’m afraid to ask which organ is electric.
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That doctor can bite me.
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Not dying at 45 is isn’t a valid reason to be happy about menopause. It’s not even close.
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Wow. Talk about unnecessary surgery.
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Admit it, you all have that one child you wish you could give back and try again.
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I don’t know what that is.
And I don’t want to know either…
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Animals are evolving into crabs? I missed this headline and will be keeping a closer eye on our cat from now on.
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Freaky?
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For a Kardashian, it’s just another Monday. .
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Have you ever wondered how long you’ll live?
My mother was 10 days away from her 91rst birthday when she passed, my father didn’t see 69.
I’ve often said I wouldn’t want to know the breadth of my mortality, that particular clock ticks silently for us all…. but when a fellow blogger posted a link that promised to give me the exact day of my death?
I couldn’t resist.
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Sweet!
I’ll beat my mother’s record…
And 11,153 days might just be long enough for me to clean out my husband’s cellar full of crap.
If you’re curious, give it a whirl and post your results.
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Heading south across the border into New Hampshire, we discovered a fabulous brewpub.
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Housed in an industrial complex, it had a funky urban vibe.
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The mural was awesome and took time to appreciate…
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So we grabbed a seat at the bar and checked the nicely varied tap list.
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Stone face doesn’t do flights per se, but you can order small pours to sample.
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Thoroughly enjoying their brews we chose a few full glasses and an order of their amazing garlic Parmesan wings.
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Tasty beer aside, I’d drive down just for these.
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There’s a large glass wall behind the bar that allows you to watch the brewery operation, but I was more taken with the fancy glass cleaner on the shelf.
The man cave could definitely use one of those.
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So much beer, so little time.
The husband and I like craft breweries and since our state seems to have one on every corner, we’ve made it our life’s work to try them all.
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This satellite location of the popular Definitive brand in Kittery left us a bit underwhelmed.
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And after doing a flight of four mediocre brews including a dishwater Helles and two strange milky sours…
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There wasn’t much to keep us from moving on.
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Atmosphere and a friendly bartender are important to my husband…
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Sadly this brewery had neither.
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I bought a new pair of slippers yesterday.
They’re cute, comfortable and appropriately fuzzy.
What they also are….
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Is vegan.
Back in my day we used to call it faux leather… or yes, pleather.
Which, while stupid… didn’t assume I would try to eat them.
Vegan slippers?
Come on.
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Useless is how I roll.
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It’s a public service I provide here.
You’re welcome.
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I love stupid criminals.
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Their kids, or in my case… their wives.
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Are turtles a sought after black market commodity in Canada?
How strange.
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Mother in laws.
They don’t even try to be subtle.
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Okay people, sh*t just got real.
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Neither can be avoided, though I’ve done a good job dodging the first so far. Unfortunately the latter keeps clawing its way into my checkbook like the greedy bastard it is.
Last year our property taxes went up $1,200. This year? Another $1,400. WTH!
I live in a small rural town that has no police force, or ambulance, a completely volunteer fire department and a consolidated school system that shares costs with 3 other towns.
WTH are we paying for?
Our home is a comfortable 2,000 square feet with a little over 3 acres. But we don’t have a pool, a guest house or a professional chef’s kitchen.. so what gives?
I know everything goes up, but $2,600 in two years seems a bit extreme. And the worst part? The assessor hasn’t reached our area yet and doesn’t know the barn is now a fully insulated and heated man cave.
And if I have my way?
He never will.
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On a bright and sunny afternoon, we headed west.
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To a small craft brewery called Ambition.
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To be honest I think it was misnamed. Not only was it small, but the barkeeper was more interested in talking with his friends than introducing new customers to his beer. We muddled along on our own, ordered and picked up our own flight…
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And were quite underwhelmed. The only brew that any flavor? Burned your throat too much to drink.
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With this many breweries in our state… we won’t be returning to the ambitionless Ambition.
Tasting complete, we headed across the street to a favorite restaurant.
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Housed in an old shoe factory with an original boiler door that fascinates my husband..
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Calzolaio Pasta Co. never disappoints.
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An apple cider mule with a garlic, chicken, broccoli Alfredo pizza on fresh basil dough for me.
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And a fabulous ravioli special for the husband.
Sautéed shallots & local Macintosh apples finished with baby spinach in a sherry & sage cream sauce over butternut squash & pumpkin filled ravioli.
All the flavors of fall right there!
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