I spent 5 hours following my husband from store to store looking for a new weed whacker last week.
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Don’t believe the people who tell you men hate to shop. When he’s looking for a new toy for himself? My guy will shop until I drop. We hit at least 7 different lawn and garden sections and then went back to the very first place we stopped so he could buy the very first one he saw.
And then?
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The man who owns a giant zero turn tractor and four push mowers… yes, four. Two of them self propelled. … started looking at new push mowers.
For me.
The person who doesn’t want one.
It was at that point I said enough… and made him take me for a nice late lunch.
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A fresh blueberry mojito was a good way to start.
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Every time I see this old tool art installation I want my husband to do something like it in the man cave.
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And every time, he says no.
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To start… it was butternut squash soup for the husband and some fabulous dry rub barbecue shrimp for moi.
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A basil limeade later?
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An amazing Bolognese with fresh pasta and a lamb, beef and pork ragu. It was so good I didn’t even notice what the husband ate.
We live in Maine, ergo we watch (and love) the Red Sox.
But it seems like we’re not the only species to do so.
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This was the scene at a recent game. And in typical nothing bothers New Englanders fashion, play continued even though a pair of mallard ducks had landed right in the middle of Fenway Park.
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Being Boston fowl, they made themselves at home in the outfield, munching grass and doing what ducks are apt to do.
Poop.
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But hey, the Sox won the game… so no one was complaining.