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Interspecies dining.
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It’s a thing.
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Enough with the pickles.
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I swear all I have to do is type the word here and they show up everywhere.
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Blech!
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The recent wildfires in Canada gave us hazy skies and some eerie sunsets.
* Warning – the following image may cause nightmares. *
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That abomination must be destroyed.
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I really need to separate this line of hostas next spring.
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The bloom is pretty and the bees love it…
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But they’re getting a tad out of control.
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Because my life is full of it.
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Geesh, it’s hard enough to win a championship when you’re deaf… but dead?
That’s seriously impressive.
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In case you were wondering.
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Ugh.
The pickle algorithm has struck again.
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Substitute cat for dog at this point, but the sentiment is the same.
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It takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’.
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Maybe Star Trek was onto something.
Long live Veeger.
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I don’t know why, but it seems my pickle algorithms have been reactivated.
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Ugh.
Keep your briny spears out of my bread!
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Someone bought this at Goodwill and while I thought it must have been a joke, turns out it wasn’t. The horror really exists.
“Yes, Vlasic and the candle brand Candier have partnered on a 100-percent wax candle that looks like a real jar of Vlasic Original Dill Wholes and smells, well, like a real jar of Vlasic Original Dill Wholes. “It was a no-brainer for us,”
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Because some of you are going to be covered in crunchy protein very soon.
Bon appetit!
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I have a jade plant that is now covered in white spots. They’re not bugs or moldy powder that can be wiped off, but are imbedded in the leaves themselves. Anyone have a clue what’s going on?
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It seems my husband chose well when purchasing our new toaster.
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Let’s take a look at what’s been clogging up my photo files.
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My pickle algorithm has been on vacation lately, but this showed up the other day. I was hoping it was a joke… but sadly it does exist.
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I totally need this. And actually already have a little makeup case like the one in her left hand. Unfortunately mine is a lovely shade of mustard instead of green.
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This poem always gets me.
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From my local FB page.
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Never a dull moment here.
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One thousand and two uses.
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These aren’t my pictures but they were taken in Maine and are too fabulous not to share.
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I’ve never seen a sunrise or sunset like this.
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There’s probably a meteorological term for it, but all I can say is… wow.
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To my loyal blog friends who read my ridiculous drivel every day and never complain….
A Christmas tree.
River style….
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Clearly my algorithms are hard at work, holiday or no.
And here’s a message from our farming neighbor that made me chuckle.
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If that doesn’t put the “oh, you shouldn’t have” in your Christmas nothing will.
Here’s hoping you have a wonderful day surrounded by everything and everyone you love!!
❤️
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They’re back…
And more horrible than ever.
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Sorry.
I’m knocking it… and not trying it.
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Deep fried pickled eggs?
Never.
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I prefer my cupcakes without brine injectors thank you very much.
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That’s the ultimate sacrilege right there.
Keep your pickles out of my chowder!
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Tis the season to be festive.
Holiday gatherings mean holiday cheer. The emotional kind as well as the bottled.
Here’s one of my go to favorites.
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Mandarin Absolut vodka, ginger beer and a splash of cranberry juice. Pomegranate optional.
As for the Hell no… it’s this.
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Just when I thought that stupid pickle algorithm had forgotten about me.
Blech!
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Of all the awful real life pickle abominations my algorithms make me view, I finally found one worth my time.
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The Pickle Sisters!
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This was just silly enough to be true…they didn’t call them the roaring twenties without reason…. but sadly it wasn’t. Further research showed it to be a complete fallacy.
Very disappointing, that.
I mean, look how beautiful they are in technicolor.
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It’s fall… and in New England that means cooler temperatures, turning leaves and pumpkins.
And no town takes pumpkins more seriously than Damariscotta, a coastal village that devotes an entire week of events to the glorious orange gourd. There are parades, size contests, art contests, races, recipe challenges and even a regatta of giant floaters.
They like their pumpkins.
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Every year we say we’re going to visit, and every year we don’t for some reason or another.
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Which is a shame because this year my favorite bar in town has the best decorated pumpkin I’ve seen in a long time.
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Imagine having a few too many and stumbling outside to come face to face with this guy.
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And speaking of bars…
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A seasonal margarita that sounds damn near perfect for this time of year.
Moving on, I have a bone to pick with a few of my readers. You were joking about emotional support pickles for cats on my post the other day and while I tried to discourage the topic in fear of pickle retribution from my squirrelly algorithms… the concept has become reality.
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Damn you.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has his mice.
No kitty support pickles will ever be entering this house.
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A blog friend recently commented on my post that included this support pickle.
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She said her family had a stuffed pickle they took photographs with every year… for holidays and special occasions like one does. Since she understandably didn’t want to share photos of her grandchildren online, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked the link she provided to see the photogenic Mr. Pickle of which she spoke.
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Wow.
If that creepy anthropomorphized gherkin is on her family’s Christmas card photo every year? I really want to be added to their list.
Thanks for the chuckle Grace.
Thinking that was the end of it, I continued with my morning and moved on.
Or so I thought. Because now that Amazon knows I’m interested in stuffed pickles?
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Yeah.
In hindsight clicking that link might not have been a good idea.
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Dancing pickles?
Yikes.
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A yodeling pickle that repeats what you say?
Hell no.
But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse..
The recommended pickles took a turn to the dark side.
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Run!
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