.
Facebook’s targeted ads are up and running again.
.
.
And I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t be buying one of these.
.
.
Oh, hell no.
And if that wasn’t bad enough? Lord Dudley Mountcatten got in on the act and did this as I was reading….
.
.
Put that thing away!
And in the continuing vein… Apple news decided this was a story I had to read.
.
.
WTF?
😳
.
.
Sadly, the goat is still on the loose.
.
.
Updates are posted every few days on our town’s Facebook page.
.
.
It’s become a bit of a hoot.
.
.
Apparently this goat was given to the owners a few weeks ago and as soon as they opened the pen to transfer it to their yard… it ran off. They’ve tried putting out food, luring it with other goats and even set up a warm shelter near where it’s been spotted… but nothing works. It runs from everyone who tries to catch it.
.
.
In 2020, this is what passes for hard news in my town.
Ya gotta love it.
.
.
I knew it would probably happen, but it doesn’t make it any easier to take.
.
.
Our little blue eyed Bambi is all alone now.
.
.
We haven’t seen his mother, the old always pregnant doe, for weeks. She was nearly skeletal the last time she visited and I think her poor old body just had enough.
.
.
I’m glad she taught the little guy this was a safe place for his daily nosh. I just hope he can hook up with the rest of the herd before the full brunt of winter sets in. There’s safety in numbers when you’re a little fella.
.
.
And I love their Facebook group page.
.
.
A moo disorder?
More likely the poster has a Budweiser disorder.
.
.
Okaaaay.
I’m not sure what Doug did to rate a shout out, but I’ll go with it.
.
.
Damn. All I have under my bed is dust bunnies… where’s the fun in that?
Here’s a random photo of ducks that were for sale at our local hardware store. I’m always tempted to bring home a few when the husband sends me up there for screws.
.
.
.
Now there’s a platform no one can argue with.
.
.
You do, you really do.
Does anyone know where I can score one of those beauties?
.
.
What fresh Hell is this?
.
.
Crikey!
That’s a caterpillar?
.
.
Damn, watch out Virginia. 2020 isn’t through with you yet.
.
.
Yeah, that doesn’t sound good at all.
.
.
And what passes for local news on their Facebook page.
.
.
No, I don’t know what’s happening either. But turtles are involved so it must be good.
.
.
Goat shooing happens more often than you think here.
.
.
Now this is news!
While we do live in Maine, moose are more commonly seen up north. Having one stroll our river is a sure way to fire up the locals.
.
.
This is another type of wildlife sighting altogether. A traveling donkey who spends a few nights on your lawn by request. Made by a local artist, his name is Mr. H.
.
.
Goats are still on the loose.
Clearly their walkabout is causing concern.
.
.
But in happier news, the slandering chicken is back home on the drivay.
Perhaps if her owner learned how to spell she’d stay home more often.
.
I read something the other day that literally made me snort.
It was a list of people’s thoughts on visiting the United States for the first time…. and what they found unusual.
Here are a few.
I dare you not to laugh.
Because really…
Sometimes you need more from 7/11 than a raspberry Slurpee.
Well, we do like to super size things.
Including our hips, thighs and waistlines.
That’s so true you don’t have to laugh.
Also true.
And before your uber patriotic fingers start typing hate mail… we’re a family of veterans, I love my country. But you have to admit, we are very in your face about it.
Ha!
They have a point there.
Because if you don’t laugh, you’ll scream.
That’s the very definition of symmetry.
I can relate to this.
My bags are lonely… as well as heartbroken.
I’m not a religious person, but first plague…. now insects.
It’s mildly convincing, but I’m still holding out for water into wine.
Finally,
A protest I can get behind.
Well that’s depressing.
Because the answer to “what’s new?” has never been more boring.
In the time of Corona Virus.
Why is it that 3 weeks on vacation flies like the wind, but 3 weeks staying home feels like 6 months?
I know I shouldn’t complain. We’re blessed my husband can work from home and keep a steady paycheck. But Lord…. what I wouldn’t give for Direct TV to gasp it’s last breath.
My husband is a news hound. Which is mildly annoying any other time… but now?
It feeds the hypochondria he inherited from his mother and his sometimes slightly paranoid nature.
No, I don’t want to hear the new death toll number.
And no, I definitely don’t want to see another Presidential news conference which are anything but.
If only.
In other news, our stores are still out of toilet paper. And people are posting sightings like it’s Bigfoot…. or something hovering over Roswell, New Mexico.
“There’s a dozen packages of Cottonelle on Aisle 6, Hannaford in Westbrook.”
Go!
“A new shipment of Charmin on Aisle 10, Shaws in Rockland?”
Hurry!
It really is ridiculous.
And makes you wonder what we’re going to do if this trend continues.
Uh oh.
Okay….
Maybe only people in Maine can actually use this news.
But look…
The guy reporting it helpfully put his foot in the frame for size comparison.
Well…
I beg to differ.
