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Pandemic humor.

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Because you have to laugh. Or at least I do..

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Nothing worse than a wannabe.

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I’m not sure I needed permission, but thanks anyway.

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Poor Rexy.

How the heck did he eat a taco?

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As rabid as some people have been during this election cycle, it wouldn’t surprise me.

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True.

We were going to retire and travel. Now I get excited if the grocery store has toilet paper.

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The perfect holiday ornament for a truly shitty year.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I still need to laugh.

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You think you’ve laid in enough supplies for the next Covid wave of panicked shoppers? Just imagine how much triple ply Charmin ole Rex would have needed.

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That’s a distinct possibility.

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Another possibility. At least in my neck of the woods.

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That sounds like good advice.

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Protection.

It’s not just for penises anymore…

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Pandemic humor.

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Let’s keep laughing for as long as we can.

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Me neither.

And that’s just wrong!

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Personally, I would love a pet skunk. They’re affectionate and trainable to a litter box. We have them visit under our bird feeders every night and they are absolutely, positively, frickin’ adorable! But Maine made it illegal to capture and de-scent the little buggers years ago, so boo to that.

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Yup.

That looks about right.

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Pulp Fiction – 2020 style.

And if you don’t believe in masks but are still responsible enough to wear one?

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Voice your protest responsibly.

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And for the record? My hips don’t either…

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Random musings…

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Telemarketers have gotten clever over the past few years. They spoof actual businesses and use real people’s names with local numbers to trick you into answering.

Last month our caller ID came up with my own name and number. Though why I needed to call myself has yet to be determined.

Last week?

This:

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It’s like they’re not even trying anymore.

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Covid warnings, Maine style.

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Deer and fading backyard foliage, just because.

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Damn.

I knew I shouldn’t have let my National Geographic subscription expire. Slutty ostriches would have been a good read.

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Deep fried pickled asparagus is not my idea of an acceptable appetizer, but they’re very popular at our local pub right now.

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This describes our current weather quite well. Something for everyone.

And finally, fluffle.

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Because we all need a tad more cuteness in our life right about now.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll scream.

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That looks about right.

This year you’re screwed no matter which way you go.

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Karen.

That slut ruins everything.

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Admit it, we’ve all been there.

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This literally made me snort.

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I’ve been hearing banjo music for a while now…

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That’s a pretty accurate representation of my year. How about you?

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One can only hope.

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You first. I’ll hold your purse….

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Pandemic humor.

Go ahead, laugh.

It’s better than the alternative.

Have you ever wondered how it will feel when we eventually  (hopefully!)  get back to normal?

I’m not sure I ever want a stranger closer than 6 feet again.

This could be a real problem if Aunt Jemima products are going to disappear…

I totally need that mask.

Yeah, we kind of do.

Well that goes without saying.

Personally, I’d prefer 2 continents.

One day only!

Better hurry.

It’s all about priorities.

And finally for my horoscope loving readers….

Pandemic humor.

 

Because laughter is the shortest distance between two people.

 

 

You knew it had to happen.

Pumpkin spice is everywhere….

 

 

Yay!

Though I’m ashamed to admit I’m old enough to remember those.

 

 

All things considered?

Not bad Jen.

 

 

At this point, falling through a giant hole in the ground would be preferable to grocery shopping.

 

 

She really is.

Momma needs a cocktail. Don’t judge.

 

 

Single guys?

Please let me know how these work.

 

 

I hope so…

But it’s not looking good.

Still stuffing.

 

It’s not often I get to tell my husband to stuff it, but lately….

 

 

There’s been ample opportunity.

 

 

There’s a whole lotta stuffing going on.

 

 

OSHA approved light fixture removal?

Not quite.

 

 

But it was in the way of the stuff.

 

 

And there’s a lot more stuff that needs to be stuffed.

 

 

But progress was made.

 

 

And other lights worked around.

 

 

Heck, the husband even found an old box of masks in one of his piles of stuff.

 

 

Stuff.

 

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