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I’ve never been able to figure out the point of this exercise, but what the Hell.
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What am I getting for Christmas this year?
Pancakes, a hooker and hair.
An interesting combination to say the least.
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So what are you getting?
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Let’s play!
Tag Archives: play
Well, crap.
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There really is no end to my toilet-centric algorithm.
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This week it wants me to buy a potty humor party game.
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And while I love trivia…
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I definitely don’t need to learn fun nuggets about my friends secret habits.
Nope. Uh uh. Not interested.
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I’m sure there are people who would buy this..
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But I’m not going to be one of them.
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Out with the old and in with the new…
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Our new pool table arrived… in pieces and parts.
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I wasn’t here when assembly started so I missed the table being positioned, leveled, slated and beeswax sealed …
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But arrived in time to see the fabric being laid. ( Upgraded professional fabric, as no mere felt would do for the man cave extraordinare)
If you’ve never had a pool table installed? Let me tell you… it’s a lot of work. These two were at it non stop for over 2 hours.
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But the result was perfection.
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Viola!
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Now that’s a pool table. It was a dark rainy day so the lighting doesn’t do it justice, but the finish is lovely…
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With the maple looking positively tiger like along the rails.
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Before.
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After.
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Before.
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After.
A table worthy of the Barn Mahal.
Please note the husband’s cue stick on the right in the last picture. He was playing as soon as the installation crew left and I had a hard time getting photos without his hovering presence.
I had to drag him out of there for dinner last night and he went right back to play after breakfast this morning. I don’t think I’m exaggerating in the least to say he loves it.
And if we were newly married?
I might be jealous.
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Let’s play.
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Admit it…
You’d miss these if I stopped.
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Cleaned the litter box… like a boss!
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And now you.
What are you doing “like a boss”?
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Let’s play.
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Yes, we’re still doing these.
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The easy answer is dust bunnies, but let’s actually take a look. I’ve been known to use the space under our bed for storage so there’s no telling what we’ll find.
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As of today, there are two things. A box of extra dishes….
Because #1 – you can never have too many dishes. And #2 – when the current pattern you’re using hits the sale rack, you stock up.
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The other item crammed under our bed is a turntable used to convert vinyl into MP3 files. The husband bought it for my birthday a while back because I have a massive album collection. He also bought me the iPod that holds 35,000 plus songs…. so I spent countless hours ( read days, weeks, months ) playing and converting the obscure music of my youth.
Moon Martin? Check!
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The Flying Burrito Bothers? Sure.
And man, did I love me some Del Fuegos.
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So fess up, what’s under your bed?
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Let’s play.
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You know I’m never going to run out of these things… right?
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This will be a short post because there’s only one possible way to ruin a holiday solely devoted to eating until you burst…
My four words?
We’re out of alcohol.
I dare you to top that.
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Let’s play.
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Because you’re currently scrolling a blog site. What else have you got to do?
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My answers were no where near as good as these, so I’ll just share..
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I’ve never understood spider hysteria. I find them to be fascinating, helpful creatures.
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Preach, brother. Preach!
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Yikes!
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I completely suck at Jenga. In any form…
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Let’s play.
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This one should be fun.
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For me it’s an easy choice. The Poconos.
We’d never been… and though we’re long past the heart shaped red velvet mirrored honeymoon beds the area is known for, 6 years ago we decided to take off for the mountains and spend Christmas there.
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I booked a week at an amazing place, full of atmosphere. ( Think the Overlook Hotel in Stephen King’s The Shining, minus Jack, his ax and the twins )
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It was old, built of stone, and so huge I couldn’t get a photo of it in one shot.
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It was an old resort like you see in the movie Dirty Dancing. Rich people would escape summer in the city and live here for months. It had multiple dining facilities, a spa, a theater, game rooms, multiple bars, a library, a stable and even its own post office… complete with a personal hotel zip code.
The best (read weird) part? We had the entire place to ourselves.
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I’m not kidding, we were there for a week and didn’t see another guest until Christmas Day. Talk about eerie.
And while the interior of this grand old dame was impressive…
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It was beyond strange being the only inhabitants.
Have you ever eaten dinner by yourself in a dining room that seats 400?
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Or breakfast in a room that seats 300?
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Trust me, it’s a little creepy.
Thankfully we weren’t murdered in our bed, but in retrospect the odd accommodations turned out to be the highlight of the trip.
For a full week we toured the area and never found anything the least bit scenic. Rows of strip malls, trash lined roads and extremely tacky “family fun resorts”?
There were plenty of those. And in true “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em… we’re going to have a good time if it kills us” fashion… we bar hopped every tacky resort we could find.
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Indoor purple waterfall?
Check!
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Bizarre robotic decorative Santas?
Check!
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Elephant driven sleighs at an African themed resort called Kalahari?
Check!
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Giant topiary squirrels?
Yeah, those too.
And while the husband and I manage to have a good time wherever we go?
The Poconos are definitely at the top of our been there, done that, don’t need to do it again list.
So how about you? To what place are you never returning…
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Let’s play.
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Because if you’re here, you have nothing better to do anyway.
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I’ll start.
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Damn it…. no, I’m not. Disappointing readers is what I do best. Take that away from me and this whole blogging thing falls apart.
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Were they eavesdropping on my Scrabble games with the husband? How disturbing.
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Did I time travel and not know it? Now that’s disappointing.
Your turn.
What does your keyboard think you’re sorry for?
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Let’s play.
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I wish I had a more interesting entry for this game.
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But I was texting with the husband’s young niece…. the one we bought a car for last year.
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Not that funny. But as far as tee shirt slogans go…. it’s good advice.
What does your shirt say?
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