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Go ahead. You know you want to…
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Well, crap.
Looks like I won’t be running out of Brussels sprouts any time soon. And while I’m one of the few people who actually like them..
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Calm down sprouts, I’m on your side. But a lifetime supply is probably more than even I need.
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I just binge watched all 3 seasons of Penny Dreadful… and if you know anything about that series, you’ll know that would be one wild and crazy wedding.
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Stop rolling your eyes. It’s not painful… and they make me chuckle.
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I’ll start.
My drag Queen name is…. Julianna Creme Horn. Which, when you think about it… couldn’t be more appropriate.
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I sincerely hope World War III isn’t around the corner because I’m going to look pretty silly standing on the front line waving a bag of catnip.
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Unless I’m facing a feline army. Then? I’m going to cut years off the conflict and save thousands of lives.
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You never know when Lord Dudley Mountcatten will feel like playing. One minute he’s sound asleep on the couch while you’re watching Ken Burns’ documentary on Ernest Hemingway. The next?
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He’s nutty as a fruitcake and flinging his toys across the room.
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Maybe it was all the talk of Hemingway’s romantic entanglements that got him frisky. Ernest did love the ladies…
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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.
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I’ll get things rolling….
My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.
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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.
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Ready?
Let’s play!
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And for the sake of equality, let’s add ‘or penis’ to the instructions.
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Yes, I’m afraid we are. Here, I’ll go first.
The name of my vagina is…. Homeland.
Which you have to admit is pretty damn spectacular.
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Because he’s simply too photogenic not to share.
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Dudley likes to play with balls, and basically any round thing that rolls.
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Including raspberries his human drops on the floor.
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He also likes to stretch….
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And then runs out of energy before getting back in his original position. He sleeps like this all the time.
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While his takeover of the house is pretty much complete, from the look of this photo…. I fear the television might be next.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves to play.
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Which is why we have an entire drawer dedicated to cat toys.
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He loves his toys long and hard … and his favorite mouse is looking a little worse for wear these days.
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But then so am I, so I shouldn’t judge.
His favorite new thing to do is carry a ball to a spot under the coffee table….
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And then wind himself around a leg.
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He goes around and around in a circle and it’s quite comical to watch.
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Until I took a closer look and realized most of the coffee table legs now look like this…
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Sigh.
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So the free pool table… the one that has cost us approximately $14,000 ( and counting ) in storage barn to man cave renovations… actually saw some action last weekend.
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Two of the husband’s coworkers came by for the afternoon (no worries, all 3 men are fully vaccinated) for Cajun gumbo, beer and pool. I don’t play, so I know my other half was happy. And me? I was happy because I received another bar christening gift.
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I’d never even heard of this whiskey but it turned out to have a pleasing toasted undertone.
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After two games of pool, it was determined the table needed to go from horizontal placement to vertical to allow more shooting space.
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Which then required multiple leveling maneuvers. Turns out the barn floor is not at all level. Shocking, I know.
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Play continued into the night, as did the whiskey drinking and strange reflections from the overhead lighting.
A good time was had by all… and let me tell you, it was nice to host even two people after a year of no socializing with friends.
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