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Something extra…

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Dropping one more post in the line up today because it’s Halloween… and some of my friends are disturbed clever.

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Creepiest costume award goes to a woman the husband used to work with. She and her wife go all out for the holiday and seeing her dressed as Pennywise will probably give me nightmares for a week.

I hate clowns!

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In keeping with the Stephen King theme, another friend had a party… and the happy couple from the Shining showed up.

Food is always important…

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As is presentation.

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Here’s hoping your Halloween is equally as creepy creative.

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Gambling and goats

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After I polished off another bottle of wine, we assembled at the picnic table to play a pseudo gambling dice game.

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It’s called Left Right Center, is ridiculously easy to play and will cost you $3 a game.

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I missed the first game, but enjoyed the second.

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Who won?

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Let’s just say my pockets were $39 fuller than when I arrived.

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Flush with victory, I strolled down to meet the goats and raised my glass in greeting.

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They’re such cuties.

And quite the talkers….

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Have you scratched a goat today?

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I highly recommend it.

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Let the games begin.

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Remember the Covid piñata I bought for the Christmas in July party?

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It was a huge hit. Everyone got in the spirit and had ideas on where to hang it.

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Not wanting the contents to spill into the pool, I recommended a nearby tree.

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A little lower please.

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Blindfolds were acquired and the swinging began.

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Poor girl had no idea my evil husband was messing with her aim. She managed to knock the germ off its hanger but didn’t break it… so it was rehung and more turns were taken.

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The pre med boyfriend finally bashed it open … (although it was against someone’s car, oops!) and pandemic appropriate goodies spilled out.

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They were quickly scooped up and examined. At first people laughed, because how often do you have portable toilet paper in a piñata?

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But then everyone was stuffing their pockets for the next apocalyptic run on Charmin.

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The Covid ball?

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It looked rather like a dirty Pac Man and was claimed as well.

To be continued …

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A Covid Christmas, seven months later.

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Now that the stage is set (see yesterday’s post) let’s check out the guests and festivities.

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Santa made numerous appearances.

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And I shared another version of my mankini Santa with this young man who was brave enough to wear it.

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Wine flowed freely.

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Though some guests didn’t approve of our edible flower embellishments.

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This young lady landed herself a new beau. Pre Med and good looking… her father approves. 👍

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Drinks were consumed on the deck, and goat entertainment was enjoyed.

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Eventually the party moved to the pool area.

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And food was enjoyed among Christmas trees and lobster pool floaties.

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Extra food was turned into art.

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(Art being in the eye of the beholder and better appreciated when you’ve been drinking all afternoon.)

To be continued…

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Damn her!

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Last weekend we invited the husband’s 4 sisters who live in Maine to a barbecue/pool tournament/behold the majesty of the Barn Mahal man cave/ party. It was a good time… except for one dastardly deed. You see one of his sisters brought this:

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After I specifically said we were grilling filet mignon… she had the audacity to contribute to the feast.

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A dozen lobsters, fresh from the ocean that morning. Damn her rotten black soul!

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I had to watch those succulent creatures being disbanded…

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Dropped in the pot…. ( Only 2 inches of water please. We steam, not boil )

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Covered with a lid ( And a brick. They tend to buck when dying. Hell, wouldn’t you? )

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Oh, the horror!

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The horror of watching everyone tuck into the delightful crustaceans I can no longer eat.

It was Hell. Pure, unadulterated Hell.

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The only pleasure I took was not being able to find our crackers and picks. Substitutions had to be made.

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Good thing the tool box was close by.

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The husband was schooled at the pool table by two of his sisters, which I thought was fitting punishment for consuming and enjoying lobster in front of his now allergic wife.

But once the party was over, the mess cleaned up and everyone went home… what was almost worse than watching everyone eat them?

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Seeing the two leftover red beauties every time I opened the fridge the next day and knowing I couldn’t make a lobster roll.

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Hell, I tell you.

It was Hell.

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