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Because the critters deserve equal time.
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I don’t know about you, but I could name a few people whose relentless sex drive gets them in trouble as well.
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Proof positive governments will tax anything and everything.
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“Permanent physical fusion”? Imagine if that had happened to you on that blind date back in the ‘90’s?
Oh, the horror.
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A parasite that doesn’t grow a pair of balls until after he’s attached to you?
I think we’ve all dated that guy at one time or another.
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I saw something in the news recently that made me do a double take.
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And it made me wonder if flamingos are now an official NASA unit of measurement.
If so,..
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Nothing to be scared of there.
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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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One of our visiting bucks has been looking a little lopsided lately.
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And while losing antlers is a normal annual occurrence for these big guys…
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This fellow has lost one side completely…
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And all but one small branch on the other.
Weird.
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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.
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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…
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The beer and alcohol live there.
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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.
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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.
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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.
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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.
It’s not hard to see which places.
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You can’t use it, but it might make you smile.
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Men. You really are all the same..
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Since the average age of pickleballers is 55 and up? I’m guessing this is not something to be celebrated.
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I have to admit those are two body parts I never thought had anything in common.
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How utterly bizarre.
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Disappointing, I know.
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Yesterday? A 20 hour snow storm .
Today? We dig out.
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The first path is to rehang the bird feeders so our fine feathered friends can have a nosh.
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Then a bit of shoveling in front of the garage so the husband can access the snow blower.
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A quick 11 inch measurement…
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And then it’s time to blow.
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Two neighbors offered to plow our driveway but the husband is persnickety when it comes to clearing and prefers to do it himself.
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If you’ve ever lived in northern climates you know the end of the driveway after the plow goes by is always the worst.
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This was a pretty snowfall. Light enough to move easily but damp enough to coat the trees.
I love winter!
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But there are perils to the arithmetic when you have three vehicles and a two bay garage.
There’s a car under there…. somewhere.
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My husband loves free.
Whether it’s buy one get one free or finding free on the side of the road… if it’s free, he has a hard time passing up the deal.
Until now when I saw this on our town’s Facebook page.
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A 250 lb boar with the zoomies?
Come on. That’s the free deal of the century.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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I woke up last week and found this on our kitchen porch.
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And when there are red squirrel tracks?
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There’s a red squirrel in the vicinity.
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Sigh.
Here we go again….
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