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Because I live to educate.
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Booming Beaver is the best name for a Navy ship… ever.
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I want to snuggle a puggle!
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Factory work is not all it’s cracked up to be.
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Poor Ruth, she looks a little frazzled. Was Donald Trump’s grandfather running that pageant…?
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On behalf of all women everywhere… no.
That’s a hard pass.
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We headed west recently… which is always a nice drive.
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Destination?
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An unassuming little Italian restaurant housed in an old shoe factory.
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Lots of original exposed beams and sunlight.
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And some seriously good mojitos. This one is blackberry.
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I passed on the pickle.
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Lunch for me was a tasty chicken carbonara tortellini. Their pasta is fresh and fabulous. Mojito #2? Mango.
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Husband went with haddock piccata minus the capers, garlic butter linguini and maple glazed carrots. Scrumptious.
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I meant to ask the bartender about this rather odd Nesquick placement but was too busy eating.
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Raspberry cheesecake for the spouse.
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And a rare bananas foster for me. I love this caramel and rum soaked treat but rarely find it in Maine. It was too apt to melt for a leftover box so I had to each the whole thing in one sitting.
I had to.
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Sometimes I find a news you can’t use article that deserves its own post.
Cicada urine definitely fits the bill.
You’re welcome.
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Two different batches of the noisy little devils are set to hatch this spring so in their honor, read on..
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Aren’t you glad you subscribe to this blog?
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My idea of fun isn’t watching insects urinate, but hey… whatever floats your boat.
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Admit it, you’re going to time yourself now.
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And because I’m nothing if not thorough.
For your viewing pleasure…
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Oh what a difference a day makes.
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The beginning of green grass and our first chuck sighting of the season.
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The next day?
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It’s back to winter.
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And one very limber local cat.
In other news…
She’s baaaaack.
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It’s the sci fi franchise that just won’t die.
And finally, a little help if you’re planning a vacation.
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I’m happy to report that our new flooring is 100% complete.
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One last box was just enough to finish the front door section.
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And we are pleased.
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I’m also pretty stoked that we nailed the color match of the moulding stain.
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Floor moulding new, door and window moulding old.
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See the little cove moulding piece on the bottom of the cabinet?
Pretty, pretty, pretty damn close!
(Last sentence must be read with Larry David accent for full effect)
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Let’s take a walk back in time with our teeth shall we…
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Cosmic tooth worm. I think I’ve known a few people with those.
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Talk about the birth of free enterprise.
Yikes.
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George’s top choppers look okay, but I think his dentist was hitting the sauce when he put together that bottom plate. I can’t imagine giving a state of the union speech in those.
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Work resumed in the crap filled dungeon cellar the other day and more ceiling panels were installed…. with one glaring difference.
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I wasn’t assisting.
After the last bout of me trying (and failing) to hold a sheet a plywood in place over my head while the husband drilled …. replacement help was enlisted in the form of my husband’s cousin.
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This is a completed section with ceiling, insulated walls and shelving. Not that you can see much of it through the solid mass of worthless crap treasure.
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This is an uncompleted section, and if you look closely you can see the husband on a ladder surrounded by his ridiculous amount of junk treasures.
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Funny part is his cousin turned out to be a pretty useless assistant. He was always in the way and actually dropped a piece of plywood on my husband’s head.
Even I never did that.
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Useless and chuckle worthy is my goal.
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I must be part Labrador… because all this extra weight I’m carrying can’t be my fault.
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What a deal.
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I can’t say I’ve ever had any great desires to visit Detroit… but now I kind of do.
Singing pork products are hard to find.
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And so it begins…
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Someone probably did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t this guy.
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Remember that fancy schmantsy toaster my husband gave me as a gift? The one with the ridiculous price tag and all those bells and whistles no one needs?
Well, it died the other day… 3 months past it’s warranty of course.
So before I could run to Wal Mart or Target to purchase a more reasonable replacement?
My husband came home with this…
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An even more expensive version with bells, whistles and flashing lights.
Sigh.
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Does it toast bread? Sure.
Will it live longer than 3 months past its warranty? Only time will tell…
In other news (not to mention definitive proof I’m old) I’m going to gush about a vacuum.
Or more precisely the adorable Dyson Omni Glide rechargeable stick vacuum.
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It’s small, easy to operate, disconnect and empty. The multi positional head is a dream and glides everywhere… effortlessly. Smooth fabric rollers won’t scratch our new floors and it has two suction settings to pick up His Lordship’s messes.
I’m in love.
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❤️
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It’s not every day you see a sleeping opossum hugging a crocheted opossum while wearing Crocs, but here you are.
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I remember having Barbie Dolls when I was a child. I never really liked them but people always gifted them to me because, ya know.. girl toy.
Back in my day there weren’t many varieties of Barbie, maybe Malibu… and that seemed exotic at the time. Now? There are hundreds.
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Damn. That sure beats a suntan.
And lest you think these versions are cheap, Barbie with psychotic birds will set you back $399…. which I thought was outrageous until I saw this –
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Yikes!
The title of this next photograph I took when we went out to lunch the other day should be Are we doing this now?
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How about you just pay your kitchen staff a decent wage and not expect the customers to pay extra to keep them happy?
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