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Come on…
It will be fun.
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I have to admit I got a kick out of reading the answers to this one.
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See?
Funny!
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Admit it…
You’re laughing.
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While mine won’t be as clever as those, here goes…
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Sausage.
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Raindrops Keep Falling On My Sausage.
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Girls Just Want To Have Sausage.
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Your turn!
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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.
I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.
I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.
This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.
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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.
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I’ll get things rolling….
My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.
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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.
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This month’s calendar squirrel is a duet.
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And really, for all the aggravation our resident red bitch causes us …. I think a concert with rodent sized baby grand and vocal accompaniment is the least she can do.
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Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.
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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.
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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.
And finally, birds. In winter. In Maine.
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I’m guessing it kind of sucks.
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This is the last thing we’ll see.
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Amazing, if not terrifying technology.
But hey, you have to admit…. they’ve got the moves.
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Christmas is right around the corner and you need a gift for that certain tipsy someone. Allow me to put forth a few suggestions…
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40 bottles should satisfy even the most hardcore wino on your list.
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Wine on the go? It’s definitely an upgrade from that brown paper bagged Manischewitz and Boones Farm you drank as a teenager.
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Because who among us hasn’t lost a perfectly good glass of the grape in the grass?
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Sipping while dipping?
Sign me up.
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I’ve actually tried these, they’re brilliant.
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I’m so down with this. A carry on margarita is a beautiful thing.
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This looks like an intriguing way to chill your beer.
And they can double as drum sticks when Back in Black comes on the radio. A win win.
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My only question is why anyone makes these things in the first place.
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I prefer my clams in chowder with heavy cream thank you very much.
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Oh, hell no. I can only drink if the BeeGees are playing?
Trust me, if the BeeGees are playing…. I’ll need more not less.
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I’m sorry, but they don’t. Less really is more.
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While this is rather cute? It’s also a great way to take out an eye. Weaponized mallows are over the top, even for me.
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No. Aside from the fact the packaging seems to be marketed for 6 year old girls…
I refuse to wear a perfume named Juicy Bunny on sheer principle.
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James Taylor.
How wonderful is that!
Yes, I could easily ride out the Covid crisis with James.
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He was the soundtrack of my youth.
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My early married life.
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And his music still speaks to me today.
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Welcome James, pull up a chair and have a cuppa…
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As this fellow did.
Loud and proud.
All the way down our road…..
( Turn your volume way up to experience it as I did. I swear you could hear him half a mile away. )
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