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I was sifting through our kitchen cabinet the other day for a box.
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Yes, I admit it…. every once in a while I cheat and use Shake and Bake. It’s easy and the husband loves it. So sue me.
But as I was sifting through boxes, cans and bags I came across this:
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Hmm. It looked a little different from the first one I pulled out… and when I turned it over I realized why.
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Proof positive I need to clean out the cabinets more often.
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We’ve had a lovely pair of foxes visit our backyard for years, but this season?
They brought the kids.
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While we’ve seen a kit or two every once in a while, it’s a rare thing since our back lawn is large and predominantly cover free. Momma fox is a careful parent and won’t expose her offspring to open areas unless she knows it’s safe.
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So you can imagine how our jaws dropped when 6 foxes appeared in our backyard recently.
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No, you’re not counting incorrectly… there are only five pictured.
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By the time I got over the shock and grabbed my phone… number 6 had moved over to the blueberry bushes, out of range.
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But damn, 5 foxes is still an impressive sight.
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I’ve been waking up in the morning to completely empty bird feeders, which is odd because I refill them every evening. Usually this means the deer are back… but we’ve only seen one or two wandering around lately. Then last night, I flipped on the light at 10:00pm.
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Busted!
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The seed thief caught in the act.
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If you think those pudgy raccoons aren’t limber, I’ve got news for you …
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They can shimmy up and down poles as well as a squirrel and hang by two feet at will.
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Excuse the poor quality pics, I was shooting through the window.
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When Fatso finished emptying the feeders, he plopped down on the ground with the skunks.
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Who were none to happy to share and gave him their business ends.
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Cute little masked devils.
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We’ve finally received some much needed rain and our lawn has responded accordingly.
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The grass has started to turn green… just in time for it to turn brown in the fall…. and Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.
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Not that you’d know it by his face.
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And while the grass is busy turning green, my husband is busy turning his rubber truck mat black.
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Back to Black to be precise, which made me start singing AC/DC … and it totally went over my other half’s head.
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Fall is here and cooler temps mean summer flowers are on clearance sale, like these sweet little hibiscus I picked up for the kitchen porch. They won’t last long… but they’re damn sure pretty right now.
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Another reason to love my town. A cart full of free flowers.
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A friend of my husband’s dropped by the man cave last week to say hello, though I think the actual reason for the visit had 4 wheels.
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Behold his new toy, a 1970 something Le Mans Sport convertible.
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This car is cherry. 27,000 original miles and spotless.
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After we oohed and ahhed appropriately there was beer.
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And pool.
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And after a nice visit…
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A shit eating grin of a man who always wanted an antique auto and is quite pleased with his purchase.
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I admit we’ve driven by this place a time or two.
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Without realizing it was a Maine landmark.
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You can’t beat that for one stop shopping.
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Wedding gowns next to the camouflage?
I suppose I should be glad the wedding gowns aren’t made from camo.
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That’s one happy customer.
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I’ve always been attracted to steampunk. Equal parts creativity and recycling, you never know what kind of design you’ll find. And then there’s the sheer weirdo factor. Who doesn’t love that?
So when Facebook popped up with some Etsy suggestions I was intrigued.
Until I saw the prices.
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Damn.
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Punk be pricey.
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And Lord knows I love a good ray gun as well as the next girl…
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But I could hear my checkbook screaming no! from across the room.
Or maybe that was my husband.
Tough call.
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They also can’t spell possibilities correctly, but you get the idea.
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I think we’ve previously established I love the newly discovered Blind Pig.
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Their cocktail list can not be beat and I’m trying my damnedest to work my way through it before the fall rewrite.
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Pear mojito? Sorry… I drank it too quickly to get a photo.
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Candy apple margarita? Yes please.
But then it happened.
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My spinach artichoke dip? Dry and tasteless.
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The husband’s riblet appetizer? Tough, fatty and bland.
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Even the comical shirt worn by this waitress couldn’t take the sting out of bad food.
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My lemon pepper baked haddock was nice, though the addition of squash chunks in the risotto left a lot to be desired.
But my husband has never been thrilled with this establishment’s menu, and I fear the era of his making do because I love the cocktails has reached its conclusion .
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This tomato bisque was the last straw. It had smokey bacon and some weird spice mixture that totally turned my other half off. I knew it was coming, but when he said he wasn’t in any hurry to return?
Oh! The horror!
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I slowly savored one last blackberry bramble and silently prayed I could change his mind.
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Some things naturally go together. Cookies and milk? Of course. Macaroni and cheese? You know it. Gin and tonic? I’ll bring the limes, cheers!
But fast food and shoes?
No.
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Clearly Madison Avenue was on a 6 martini lunch that day.
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And if that’s not stupid enough?
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Crocs – Ugliest. Shoe. Ever.
And I live in Maine, home of the L.L. Bean boot.
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KFC Crocs?
For the love of God, why.
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I haven’t seen our nemesis …Momma red squirrel… for a few weeks now. This always makes me nervous, because when she disappears? I know she’s laying low, gathering her forces and plotting her next home invasion.
But after seeing this?
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Maybe I need to rethink my strategy.
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