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Canadian funnies, ice fishing fabulousness and a dump run I told you so.

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I’ve never been to Canada but am well acquainted with their geese.

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Seriously, these birds don’t play.

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We love the noisy little devils and see them often in our part of Maine.

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Because honestly, who needs ICE when you have geese?

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A photo of our local ice fishing camp at sunset.

I have no desire to sit on a stool in a frozen shack and stare at a hole in the ice waiting for tiny, oily smelt to swim by, but it’s hard to argue with the optics.

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Okay, I admit it. My husband came home from the “gift store” … aka the dump… with a treasure.

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A brand new Star Wars Death Star cheese cutting set that we’re going to give to a friend who’s obsessed with the movies.

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$86 at Macy’s and the husband got it for free.

He was grinning from ear to ear…. while I was horrified at the dangerous precedent this is going to set.

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He really needs to stop going to the dump.

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My husband had to take a few things to the dump recently, and you know what happens when he does that.

Our “dump” is more of a recycling center… complete with a gift shop where everything is free, and there in lies the problem.

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He came home with a table and chairs.

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Do we need a table and chairs from the dump?

We do not.

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But my husband couldn’t resist bringing it home and fixing it up to sell.

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He cleaned, he polished, he tightened, he glued.

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I told him to recover the horrible (plastic? vinyl?) seats but that was a bridge too far.

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So now there’s a table and chair set clogging up the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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Sigh…

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