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There’s no shake in my bake.

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I often complain about things in the kitchen. The toaster that doesn’t toast evenly, the dirty spoons my husband leaves on the counter and more often than not … the fact that we pay more for food each day but seem to get less.

I understand prices rise, and though I never like it… I expect it. What I don’t expect is to start cooking, reach for the 16 ounce can (box or bag of whatever) only to find it’s shrunken to 14. Two ounces short of what I need forcing me to downsize my recipe or worse yet, buy another full can (box or bag of whatever) and waste most of it.

Grrr.

The insanity needs to stop… because today I discovered it’s gone one step too far.

My husband likes the old fashioned Shake and Bake barbecue chicken so every once in a while I throw him a bone and make it.

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There I was with my foil wrapped pan, my chicken leg quarters and and a box of seasoning packets. I was primed and ready to shake.

Problem was… there was no shaker bag in the box. You know the ones – they were flimsy, never closed properly and weren’t big enough for whatever you needed to shake?

Nada.

Zip.

Nothing.

Even though the side of the box clearly states you should use it.

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This is egregious marketing.

If you no longer include the shaking apparatus? You should no longer be able to call yourself Shake and Bake.

That’s just false advertising.

😡

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You can’t unsee these things.

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If you’re like me you don’t often pay close attention to the things you see everyday. So when I saw an explanation for the following company logos I have to admit they blew my mind.

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Did you realize the arrow points from A to Z because you can find everything on Amazon?

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Did you know you can spell the word Toyota from the shapes in their symbol?

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Did you see the g or did you always think it was just a smiling face?

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Those were all interesting… but this last one now makes it impossible for me to see the mountain any other way.

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Whaaaat!

😳

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News you can’t use.

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Because it’s generally more fun than news you can.

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The future of porn is most definitely not in my living room, but this is a judge free zone. What you do with your holodeck is your own business.

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Bad pig… bad.

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For some reason my Facebook feed thought I needed this. At over $10 an inch? I think I’ll pass.

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I’m guessing the people who install the porn holodeck are the target audience here.

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It’s this kind of quality content that makes you glad you read my blog, no?

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Crayon porn?

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Crayons and coloring books. The quintessential accessories of an innocent childhood.

Or not.

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I ask you, does anyone really need Penis Pump Periwinkle?

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This has got to be one of the weirdest things I’ve seen in a while… and I just posted about the Poop Strap.

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Everything is a dildo? I beg to differ….

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Anal Bleach Apricot?

I never colored my fruit trees with that when I was young.

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Not my idea of a palooza.

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The definition of the word palooza is as follows:

The art of throwing a very drunken extravagent party with a plethora of friends. Whoever is throwing the palooza usually adds their name as a prefix to the word …

So when I saw this advertisement the other day? I called foul.

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There’s simply no room for a plethora of anything between those little strings.

Heck, even using the word panty is stretching it.

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Things you probably don’t need.

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Heck, you’ll never need these things…. who am I kidding.

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This is such a stupid useless item, the only thing they could think to put on it is plastic Easter eggs.

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Even the cat is unpleased by this idea.

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Huh?

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I’m glad they showed someone demonstrating this ridiculous product. The fact that’s she’s feeding brass geese adds to the authenticity.

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And just in case you need a larger pot, because sometimes size matters…

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😳

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Miscellaneous silliness.

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Looking for a different topper for your Christmas tree this year?

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How about the Abominable ( but quite cute ) Snowman.

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Can’t say I’m crazy about letting him climb the tree at will….

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But he does make a great addition to that gift of champagne.

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How’s that for a shift in topic? (Spellcheck just changed ‘for’ to ‘fur’. I am not amused.)

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And I thought stupid ad campaigns couldn’t get any stranger.

In other news, we had lunch at a pub the other day called The Depot. It was loud, dark and though our meal was decent, I can’t say I’m in any hurry to go back.

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Especially if I’m in the mood for a Caesar salad.

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And the poop keeps coming.

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Why is everyone so obsessed with poop these days?

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How bad do you have to be to find one of those in your Christmas stocking?

Yes, the classic emoji has its uses …

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But does it need to be flung in a mini slingshot? No. Even with the added incentive of 3 free flying feces.

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Thanks for clearing up the fake versus real controversy. Those outstretched arms and googly eyes might have come from Uncle Harold’s commode. He always was an odd duck.

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I’m going to go out on a limb and say English is not the ad copy writer’s first language. But hey… poop is universal.

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Things I don’t need.

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My Facebook and Apple News algorithms are always coming up with ridiculous products they think I need to purchase.

I’m passing on all three of these.

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#1…. Swimsuit season is not approaching quickly in Maine, unless you count the Polar Bear plunge in February and I’ve never be crazy enough to do that.

#2…. My derrière is awake as it’s ever going to get. No caffeinated butt cream required. 

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No.

Just… no.

While I spoil Lord Dudley Mountcatten far more than my husband thinks I should, even I have limits.

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Do I want to carry around a 28 ounce gelatinous pouch of my own urine? I most assuredly do not.

Also, I spent my teenage years on an island in Maine where there were no public restrooms. I’m completely familiar with pissing in the woods if necessary.

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