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Ball wash and banana hammocks be damned… my Facebook feed has finally found an ad campaign I can get behind.
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Meet Peanut, the Nuts.com squirrel.
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He’s not red, not gray.
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But whatever he is, Peanut is a definite step up from the usual crap that pollutes my page.
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Welcome Peanut.
Here’s hoping you and your nuts drown out the testicle hygiene products for months to come.
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The husband and I were chilling in the man cave a few weeks ago…
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When I noticed something on the floor…
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Knowing that he used that color insulation to block off the sliding barn doors during transformation, we investigated outside…
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And found proof that my nemesis is back.
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That little red bitch of a squirrel was back… and building (yet another) nest.
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A few pokes of the broom handle later…
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And down it came.
That’s the fourth nest in a year and a half. Two in the house, two in the barn.
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She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. But she’s also too damned destructive to let move back in.
Been there, done that. Still trying to fix the damage.
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This year’s squirrels are absolute porkers!
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Check out this Jabba the Hutt wannabe hanging out on our driveway the other day.
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That’s some seriously impressive girth.
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And as a friend commented on my Facebook page…
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You never know what you’ll find when you go antique shopping. Suffering from a nervous disorder?
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Plug in for instant relief. Or electrocution …
Searching for a few taxidermied squirrel asses?
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Look no more.
I actually wanted to buy the smaller one of these for the man cave… ( it’s the closest I’ll ever get to killing that little red bitch who chews through our walls ) but the husband wouldn’t let me.
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Need to give multiple fingers at once? They have that too.
And finally, if you want to suck out the souls of your grandchildren this Christmas?
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Vintage Santa is waiting with open arms.
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It’s looks like I’m not the only one laying on some winter poundage.
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I don’t know why, but this year?
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Our backyard squirrels are positive porkers .
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Look at this guy…
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If that’s not the definition of chonk…
I don’t know what is.
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Because we could all use a bit more of that these days.
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Maybe not, but it looks like a lot more fun.
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I’m confused. In my glory days my breasts looked nothing like a cow….
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And by now? My tolerance is pretty high.
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If he’s like me, it’s the fact that your sentence ends with a preposition.
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I had to chuckle at this grey squirrel visitor the other day.
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It had just stopped raining and he decided to make use of the patio furniture.
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I hope he wasn’t waiting for me to serve him dinner.
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Our buffet is strictly self serve.
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Sometimes you see things that are just…. wrong.
And that’s what I saw the other day. A product that’s beyond wrong and well on its way to horrifying.
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For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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Ack!
Who in their right mind would purchase this abomination?
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I’m going to have nightmares about this, I just know it.
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Can you see her?
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I didn’t at first, but then she started chattering.
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Even then she was hard to spot.
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Who knew momma red was so good at blending in….
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When you’re a housebound cat, squirrels on the patio furniture are the ultimate tease.
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So close!
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Poor Dudley.
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Even Momma Red got in on the game.
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His Lordship was actively cackling when she showed up.
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So close, and yet so far.
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