Tag Archives: humor

Peonies are popping.

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Peonies are the best.

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There, I said it.

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I’ll take a peony bouquet over roses any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

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They’re full and vibrant and smell heaven sent.

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We have two large bushes near our back deck and they never disappoint.

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They’re too high for woodchuck bubblers.

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For which I’m quite thankful.

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His Lordship enjoys them as well.

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Though that might just have been the sun.

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A Jaguar yard sale and the redneck country club.

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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.

Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.

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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.

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No, we didn’t come home with it.

Though for a while there, I thought we might.

We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.

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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…

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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.

This sign was in the ladies room.

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See what I mean?

But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.

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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.

Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.

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The b*tch is back…

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I feared this day would come.

And now it has.

She’s back.

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That horribly annoying, utterly destructive red spawn of a demon is back.

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I saw her running all over and around the back deck…

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Which means she’s looking for another nesting spot.

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My loyal readers will remember the hell she put us through when she had her devils brood in our eaves a while back. We evicted her, only to have her chew her way through the wall in the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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She’s no good, I tell you.

A veritable rodent menace.

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A walking buffet?

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In our backyard the birds eat at the bird feeders.

In our backyard the woodchucks eat under the bird feeders.

But now?

The birds are eating on top of the woodchucks.

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And that’s definitely something new.

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This juvenile starling rode around on momma chuck’s back for quite a while.

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Eating bugs I assume.

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And momma didn’t seem to mind at all.

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It was wonderfully bizarre.

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This last picture is my favorite.

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Nothing to see here folks. Just a bird riding a woodchuck…

Carry on.

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He just doesn’t like pants.

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We tried a new small batch brewery last week .

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Advertised as a farm setting..

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It was really just a big house with a big lawn and a couple of chickens.

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But no matter, they had a tasting room.

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And a bar with a menu.

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That… and interesting beer is all we ever need.

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So we tasted.

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And tasted.

And since I couldn’t discern any recognizable plaid on the owner’s kilt, I had to ask.

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Turns out he’s not Scottish or clan affiliated. He just doesn’t like pants.

And since we kept tasting, we ordered some food.

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My husband went with The Perfect Scallop…

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Which was less than perfect . One large scallop cut into thirds, which pretty much ruined it. It was presented on some kind of bizarre cheesy foam and as you can see… was not meant for hearty appetites.

Since I was drinking I threw my normal culinary caution to the wind and ordered their exotic smash burger of the week … which was of all things, kangaroo.

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Was it awful? Yes. Dry and tasteless.

Do I regret ordering it? Absolutely.

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Even the chickens were upset.

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Not a dolphin in sight.

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The husband and I drove out to Harpswell recently to have dinner at Dolphin Marina.

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It’s a beautiful spot.

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And well off the beaten path.

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A working marina.

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With a nice restaurant at its tip.

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One disappointing summer sangria in…

( I told the bartender it was tasteless, he told me a lot of people were saying that. Then for heavens sake, why are you serving it!)

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My crab cakes were fab.

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Husband went with a cup of lobster bisque which was rich, heavenly and crammed with lobster.

It was also served in a coffee cup and cost $28. Gulp.

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The fog was rolling in…

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Which made for an eerie light.

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The watermelon mint spritz? Much better.

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My pan seared Parmesan haddock was lovely.

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As was my husband’s lobster pasta.

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Too full for dessert after enjoying the homemade blueberry muffins that come with every meal…

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We headed home.

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Enjoying the views along the way.

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