Tag Archives: wine

The eagle has landed.

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Our neighbor, she of the new stained glass hobby, invited us down to her house to take a look at her work. Not being one to arrive empty handed I brought this….

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A bottle of wine from one of our trips. I planned to ply her with alcohol and drive the price of the eagle I had my eye on down.

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The picture she’d sent me made the piece look quite large… and though in reality it wasn’t, it still turned out to be a nice addition to the man cave.

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On the table with my husband’s challenge coin collection.

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Below the WWII propaganda posters.

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Proudly guarding our bar. (And yes, I got the 20% friends and family discount.)

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Meanwhile at Casa River…

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Night time visitors continue to surprise us when we walk back from the barn.

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And while surprising us is no big deal? Surprising them can be.

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A friend of my husband’s gifted him this Red Sox clock. He loved it and immediately hung it on the man cave wall. I on the other hand, realized it’s outdated. It says “7 time World Champions” when the number is currently 9. The reason for the gift is now apparent, at least to me.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He couldn’t care less.

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Behold the wonder I found at the package store. Margarita wine! Taste test and review to follow..

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Our neighbors have all the luck. They get an exotic bird with iridescent plumage….we get a red squirrel bitch with sharp teeth.

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Alcohol. It’s not just for cocktail glasses anymore….

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I’ve always loved dinosaurs. As a child my favorite place in the whole world was under the skeleton of a T Rex at the Museum of Natural History in NYC. So imagine my delight when I discovered these…

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So what, you say? Gummy dinosaurs are no big deal… tis true.

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But winosaurs? That’s booze, candy and dinosaurs all in one place! A little slice of heaven right there.

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And booze filled Hallmarks?

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I’m also very down with those.

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Pandemic humor.

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Still here. Still laughing… even when it’s not so funny anymore.

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Seriously, you’ve had a year to figure it out. WTH?

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Call me crazy, but I still think that’s a good thing.

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Yes, hang on to your Charmin…. toilet paper shortages could be just around the corner again.

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I think I still have 45 rolls from the first Oh no, I’ll never be able to wipe my butt again! apocalypse…. so I’m good. The rest of you? Good luck.

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It looks like home schooling is winding down now with kids going back to the classroom…. but something tells me mommy’s sippy cup might still have a bit of the grape left in it.

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True that.

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Sign me up.

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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.

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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?

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I totally need to go.

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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.

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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.

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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.

If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.

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Catapalooza.

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The crazy cat lady Facebook algorithm is in full swing.

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Does my furniture require cat feet stockings?

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It most definitely does not.

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That goes the same for my feet….

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And my lips.

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Cat ear beret? Okay, I admit I could almost see myself wearing that.

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Is it me, or does this cat look like he’s plotting his owner’s slow and painful dismemberment?

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Unisex? On what planet….

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But there.

At least they got something right.

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Products for a pandemic lockdown.

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The first one supposedly has merit in the fact that you won’t have to touch strange doors.

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Unfortunately, (or fortunately depending on your point of view) it also looks like a kinky sex toy.

Next is an electric wine aerator.

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Because Covid has us all at the end of our ropes and we don’t have enough patience left to let our reds breathe on their own.

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A wobble cushion to activate my core?

Just, no.

Isn’t that what husbands are for?

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Frozen shot glasses. Now we’re talking.

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I don’t bore easily and can’t see the need for one of these…. but our friends had one at their lakefront camp last year and said it was a riot.

Ya know, if frying insect life to a crisp is your thing.

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