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Because wasting your time is what I do best.
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Let’s see…
I’ll arrive with Jell-O shots, jalapeño poppers and some jerky.
Not the most appetizing ensemble, but J is not the most food friendly letter.
What are you bringing?
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Let’s play.
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Let’s play.
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You know you want to.
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I have to admit I expected better of myself.
Our house is filled with quirky, bizarre, WTH is that? items.
They clutter our basement, our garage, our barn, our sheds and two embarrassing (close them quickly!) closets.
But when I pulled out the actual junk drawer in the kitchen for inspection?
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It was disappointingly run of the mill.
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A CO2 canister size list, some cut flower life extending powder, a water pistol, a dice game, a Marine Corps challenge coin, a spare hummingbird feeder cover, a feline medicine syringe and a wine cork.
Nothing bizarre. Nothing quirky.
How boring.
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Your turn…
Dazzle me with your weird drawer contents.
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Let’s play.
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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.
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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.
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Blech.
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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.
I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.
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Health food it’s not.
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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.
I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.
So my question is… yay or nay?
Where do you stand on Spam.
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Let’s play!
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Because it’s better than eating kale.
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Here are mine.
While reading The Life Impossible, which is set in Ibiza Spain, I read a chapter about a massive nightclub called Ku… think Studio 54 on steroids. It said Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé filmed the video for Barcelona there so I had to check veracity.
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It’s true.
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Poor Freddie, gone too soon.
Next was a search about the benefits of glucosamine chondroitin.
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I’ve tried everything else for my knee pain, I figure it can’t hurt.
Search #3 was for the Say Hey kid.
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Being a baseball (and baseball history) lover, I just watched an HBO documentary on this amazing athlete and needed a few more facts.
Lifetime batting average? 302.
❤️
Your turn.
Last three searches… go!
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Let’s play.
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I usually don’t do these things, but what the hell.
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Run a marathon?
Skydiving?
Please.
It’s like they don’t know me at all.
My answer is 9.
How about you?
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Let’s play.
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Because you’re already here. What else is there to do….
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My twenties were awesome.
My thirties rocked.
My forties were blissfully happy.
Things started to go downhill physically in my fifties when I went from a perfectly healthy woman who had never been in the hospital (and still had all her original parts, including tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth) to a menopausal shell of my former self, drenched in hot flash sweat with achy joints, a bum knee, 35 extra pounds and bunions.
So yeah.
Any age before 50 is alright with me.
How about you?
What age do you want to stay…
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Let’s play.
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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.
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This is an easy one for me….
Nurse/doctor.
I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.
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How about you?
Which profession should you avoid at all costs…
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Let’s play.
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Because your brain needs a work out every now and then.
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I figure I would have lasted about an hour and a half, and only if I didn’t leave the cave.
I’m a lot of things, but a survivalist isn’t one of them.
I don’t camp. ( nowhere to plug in my blow dryer )
I can’t make fire. ( without a lighter )
I don’t fish and I don’t hunt. ( unless it’s down a grocery aisle )
Hell, I can’t even tell a good mushroom from a poisonous one. ( though in the late 70’s I discovered a different kind of good ‘shroom 😉 )
Yup, an hour and a half sounds about right.
How about you?
What’s your prehistoric survival time limit…
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No snarky comments necessary, I’m aware humans and dinosaurs didn’t co exist.
Or did they…?
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Let’s play.
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Because it will make me happy, and I know you live for that.
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My morning starts like this:
Up between 5:00 and 5:30am.
Feed cat. Feed birds. Feed woodchuck.
Cup of tea.
Quick check of online news, email and social media.
Then, my new obsession. The New York Times game app.
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I used to do Wordle when it first came out, but not with any regularity. But since I discovered the free app?
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These brain teasers are how I start my day.
(Except for the Sudoku. I’ve always hated math.)
More games are available if you purchase the full version, but these are enough for me.
So…
How do you start your day?
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Let’s play.
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Because you’re not too busy right now.
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I know I was born in the wrong era, but I always wished I had learned to swing dance.
Back when I had a fully functional knee that is, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight now.
The Big Bands, the Lindy Hop, the energy… it just looks like fun.
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How about you?
What do you always wish you had learned…
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