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Because Covid isn’t funny… but we still need to laugh.
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Guess the conspiracy theorists were right after all.
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For anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, you know this is true.
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If only…
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Geesh. How bad do you suppose it has to get?
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It’s been almost a year since we traveled.
A year! That just doesn’t seem possible.
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Okay, on second thought ….I guess we don’t have it so bad after all.
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Because I’m still here and still trying to find the humor in it.
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I remember climbing over seats into the back of our station wagon and sticking my feet out the rear window while my parents barreled down the Jersey Turnpike to the shore. How the hell did any of us survive to adulthood?
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This is why we’re not traveling. People be morons.
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Now if someone could just tell me how I can apply Dizzy Izzy…. my life will be complete.
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Good grief, I hope not. That will seriously impede my martini consumption.
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Because laughing beats crying any old day.
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Damn. I wish I’d been in a coma.
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Buy a ridiculously expensive cat bed? The cat will prefer the box it came in every time.
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This is very true. Maybe four… tops.
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I’ll drink to that!
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I try to do mine. No matter how strongly I disagree with the ignorant f*cktards.
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You never know what you’ll find on the shelves these days.
And some of it I wish I hadn’t.
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I don’t care how healthy it’s supposed to be, that looks disgusting.
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I tried to talk the husband into buying these for the man cave bar, but couldn’t. And they were on sale too.
Shame, that.
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I don’t know about you… but I’m thinking any juice that comes out of a goat can’t be very sanitary.
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It might be a new year, but I still need to laugh.
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I’m speechless.
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If it is? I’m doomed.
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I have Prime. Yay!
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This so reminds me of my MIL. She never missed a thing.
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Funny, but also true.
And because I’m not always snarky?
A few words of encouragement.
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I woke up to this the other day…
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Which made it a very good morning indeed.
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Because just when you get mired in the day to day drudgery that is life in the Covid era…
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Mother Nature slaps you up side the head and says, “Snap out of it!”
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There’s beauty all around us.
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You just have to know where to look. (And have a big ass backyard.)
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We drove through a small town the other day where I saw a building named after me.
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But it was a gym and not a bar, so clearly they have no idea who I am.
In news from the grocery store, it looks like there was a run on kitty litter.
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Are we hoarding that now? Damn. I didn’t get the memo.
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Ha! You have to love clever ad men.
And finally, I bought a calendar for the barn bar.
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It’s appropriate as fork.
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Adapt or die, you’ve all heard the phrase. And never has it been more crucial for small businesses to do just that.
Bars and restaurants have been especially hard hit by the pandemic and though take out food helps them stay afloat, it’s in the bar that establishments realize their largest profit.
Enter The Great Lost Bear.
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A veritable institution of alcohol and beer consumption in Portland, Maine for the past 40 years. With 80 rotating taps…
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And a large creative menu, it’s worth the hassle of trying to finding a parking spot on the always crowded Forest Avenue.
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(If you’re a fan of John Connelly’s books? This is the bar Charlie Parker uses as a makeshift office.)
Sadly, we haven’t visited this paragon of drunkenness for quite some time but I was pleased to see they’re adapting.
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With outdoor drinking during good weather…
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And cocktails to go when Mother Nature says no.
Brilliant!
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Some of them sound quite tasty.
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And now that we have our own bar, I might have to mix a few.
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Pie in a glass?
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Who doesn’t love that?
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The first one supposedly has merit in the fact that you won’t have to touch strange doors.
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Unfortunately, (or fortunately depending on your point of view) it also looks like a kinky sex toy.
Next is an electric wine aerator.
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Because Covid has us all at the end of our ropes and we don’t have enough patience left to let our reds breathe on their own.
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A wobble cushion to activate my core?
Just, no.
Isn’t that what husbands are for?
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Frozen shot glasses. Now we’re talking.
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I don’t bore easily and can’t see the need for one of these…. but our friends had one at their lakefront camp last year and said it was a riot.
Ya know, if frying insect life to a crisp is your thing.
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Because so far, 2021 isn’t very funny.
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That looks about right.
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A groaner for sure.
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I’ve always thought hot dog ingredients fall under the “you’re better off not knowing” category.
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Well, that’s my plan.
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And we all know the sequels are always worse than the original.
Damn.
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