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Because it’s Monday, and I have to.
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If it requires citrus, I’m not sure I want to know.
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Future Olympic sport, right there.
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It had to be a red squirrel.
They’re evil that way..
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There are some activities that should never be social. This is one of them.
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No problem here, I don’t drink coffee. But please enjoy that morning cup of beetle poo… I’m sure it’s wonderful.
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Momma chuck and her one remaining baby were at the feeding station yesterday and after I took this picture, I realized what else was there.
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Look in the two flat bird feeders.
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Two red b*tches.
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Two!
Batten down the hatches.
That’s double trouble for sure.
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It’s less embarrassing than an enema, but only just.
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I have a long list of bonehead moves but my most recent was a few years back. I’d pulled into a bank’s ATM machine… it was next to their drive thru window and on top of a short hill. For whatever reason, I wasn’t paying attention and when I realized I was too far away to reach the machine I opened my door, dropped my card and leaned out to retrieve it….
Without putting the car in park.
On a hill.
Not my brightest move.
Gravity is indeed a fickle b*tch… because the car went rolling, and so did I. Fell right out of the car on my knees and was dragged alongside it until I managed to reach in and push the brake. Unfortunately not before the left front fender slid along the concrete barrier and went crunch.
The drive thru teller saw the whole thing and half the bank emptied out in the parking lot to make sure I was okay. Other than a ripped knee on my jeans, the only thing hurt was my pride because I felt like a right royal idiot.
As soon as I got home the local police called and made me go downtown to fill out an accident report. When the officer asked what happened… I told him I had a blonde moment.
A moment that cost me over $1,800 in body work.
Duh.
Now you.
Share your stupidity!
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My third and final easy to assemble coffee table arrived yesterday.
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With what seemed like 50 cubic yards of styrofoam snow.
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Seriously, the stuff flew everywhere and has been nearly impossible to eradicate.
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I was sweeping and vacuuming like mad trying to keep ahead of it.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was inconvenienced…
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And did not appreciate his favorite perch being turned upside down.
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Legs, shelf and trim pieces attached during a Red Sox game …
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And viola.
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Another Mission style table completes the set.
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😊
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys licking the cream residue from my husband’s morning coffee and makes no secret of this fact.
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From the moment my spouse pours his first cup, he has a captive audience.
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Since His Lordship doesn’t want the actual coffee, my husband has to drink the first cup more rapidly than he’d like.
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And is stared down with anticipation during the process.
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Cats.
They want what they want.
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Or maybe you can.
I won’t judge..
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The painful bit is watching it.
Yikes!
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That’s an infusion I can definitely do without.
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No doubt it was the two youngest children. They’re always brats.
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I’m speechless.
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For $200 a bottle, I want a space alien bartender pouring it as well.
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I love watching the Olympics and rooting for our athletes. The highs, the lows, the victories, the heartbreaks… I’m hooked. I’ve watched gymnastics, swimming, synchronized diving, beach volleyball and cycling and enjoyed them all. But apparently I should have been watching the pole vaulting competition because something happened there you don’t see every day.
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Yes, you read that correctly.
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He may have lost his chance at a medal, but something tells me Anthony’s Tinder profile is going to be breaking records of its own.
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I lost track of the husband the other day and found him outside, in the process of moving stone.
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This is the stone veneer he had the delivery driver drop at the far end of our property instead of closer to the front porch of the house as it should have been.
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I suggested loading it in the truck and driving it over to the garage in sections to save time (not to mention his back) but as usual, he wanted to do it the hard way and moved it piece by heavy *ss piece to the barn porch so it would be off his lawn.
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While he hauled stone?
I picked up the styrofoam, cardboard and straps it was packaged in.
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And there was a lot of that.
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55 sections of stone, roughly 20 pounds each. Back and forth across the lawn… for hours, in the afternoon sun.
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Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?
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I swear the man is a marvel.
He never quits.
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Now I just have to hope the barn porch doesn’t collapse from the weight before he can move it over to the house…
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Because we don’t play enough these days.
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My husband and I are very different people who have different likes and styles. We were raised differently, in different types of families with different backgrounds in different eras. And while most of our differences compliment each other and enhance our strength as a couple… there are times when the differences can rub up against my last nerve.
( I’m sure he can say the same, but hey… this is my blog. 😉 )
I was born an only child of older parents. They were quiet, well educated people who rarely watched television. Our home was peaceful. My husband had 8 siblings, an alcoholic father and a volatile upbringing. It was anything but peaceful.
I’m a reader. I like quiet.
My husband is a tv watcher. He likes noise.
So much so, that he turns the damn thing on and leaves the room with it blaring away. And mind you, he doesn’t just leave the room… at times he leaves the house and our property altogether. The man will turn on the tv, and then go get gas, or go out to breakfast… with the tv still on.
It’s a little thing in the grand scheme of life… but it drives me nuts.
Turn. Off. The. Television!
How about you?
What does your significant other do that drives you crazy….
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After walking around the clam festival for a few hours we were hungry, but not for fried clams. Seems counter intuitive, I know… but the stomach wants what the stomach wants.
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We drove to the next town, Falmouth… and found one of our favorite spots positively deserted.
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Having no problem finding a seat at the bar I sampled a Melano Fizz. This consisted of cucumber-infused vodka, melon liqueur, italicus apertivo, simple syrup, and fresh lime juice.
In a word? Yum.
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My go to appetizer here is the crab arancini.
Husband went with the lobster bisque …
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Which was lovely and loaded with lobster but served in one of those ridiculously small bowls made to look large.
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Toddy number two was the hibiscus berry sangria.
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Nice, but not nearly flavorful enough for me.
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My meal was a wonderful carbonara with fresh pasta and grilled chicken. It was so good I paid no attention to my husband’s meal and failed to photograph it. My bad.
On our drive home?
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Cow!
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Cow, on a rock…
Who didn’t appreciate her meal being interrupted by the paparazzi.
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