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Let’s start the new year laughing.
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And I did.
Yay me!
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Bet you didn’t think of that, but it’s true all the same.
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Good grief, I hope not!
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I’m nothing if not consistent.
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The only appropriate thing to do to that horrible year.
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Amen to that!
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In case you’re still searching for stocking stuffers.
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Does that come in extra large?
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That one will fill up quickly.
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Admit it, you’ve had a few of those yourself.
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Sad, but true for a lot of people.
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“…. because I spend too much time blogging”.
Is there a notebook for that?
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I’m going to require an extra large one of those as well.
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My husband mistakenly touched my vinyl album collection last week. It’s large, and alphabetized.
Need I say more?
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Christmas is right around the corner and you need a gift for that certain tipsy someone. Allow me to put forth a few suggestions…
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40 bottles should satisfy even the most hardcore wino on your list.
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Wine on the go? It’s definitely an upgrade from that brown paper bagged Manischewitz and Boones Farm you drank as a teenager.
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Because who among us hasn’t lost a perfectly good glass of the grape in the grass?
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Sipping while dipping?
Sign me up.
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I’ve actually tried these, they’re brilliant.
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I’m so down with this. A carry on margarita is a beautiful thing.
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This looks like an intriguing way to chill your beer.
And they can double as drum sticks when Back in Black comes on the radio. A win win.
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Just in time for Christmas … I bring you the perfect stocking stuffers.
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That one’s bound to fill up in no time.
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I am so buying this for my husband.
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Who in their right mind would want written proof of that?
Pass.
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I may need 3 or 4 of these.
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If you have an extra world take over plan kicking around, feel free to share. Mine are usually hatched after a pitcher of margaritas and tend to be less strategically sound when read sober.
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No comment.
Hard pass.
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Reason? When have I ever needed one of those…
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Because I’m still trying to find the humor in this shit show.
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They did. They really did…
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I feel like that’s actually happening. Not airborne bovines, but the decided lack of amazement. After surviving 2020? Nothing will faze me.
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This makes a morbid kind of sense.
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Uh oh.
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Wish me luck!
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I’m afraid I’m already there…
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At 8:00 this morning I was standing tall at the orthopedist’s office.
Okay, standing is a relative term… it was more like listing 45 degrees and hopping around like a rabbit on a 3 day bender.
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But you’d hop too if your right knee looked like this:
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A little swollen… no?
The good news –
My xrays came back clean, no fractures, no bone spurs and no signs of arthritis.
The bad news –
The doctor thinks I tore my meniscus when I stained the deck. Fluid and swelling set in, which weakened the joint. Then the other day when I stepped off the porch I probably damaged my ACL and possibly my MCL. Not good.
There’s no way to tell for sure until I have an MRI which they couldn’t schedule until next Thursday.
So a weeks worth of ice, elevation, ibuprofen and gentle range of motion exercises.
And whining.
Don’t forget the whining.
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Yes, there might be some of that kind as well.
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I saw an article the other day about all the amazing things people are doing with the spare time the pandemic shutdowns are providing them.
Some were worth while.
Others?
You decide.
Did Rufus McToofus need his very own adirondack chair to celebrate accordingly?
Probably not.
That’s so special it hurts.
Just…. wow.
What do you suppose those ducks are posting on social media? Can someone please investigate and report back. I’d hate for those ducks to have a more interesting blog than mine.
Finally….
A worthy use of time.
Because it’s not over yet and laughter is still the only medicine.
Okay ladies, who’s with me?
I hope this was helpful.
Personally, I’ve never been peed on…. but you can never be too careful.
Fess up.
Which one of you morons did this and cursed us all?
Corona like a Viking!
Sword optional.
So take one for the team.
If I have to wear a bra in public, it’s the least you can do.
Wine.
We all love it, but it rarely makes us laugh.
Until now.
Best.
Wine.
Name.
Ever!
But I think I’ve found it.
Adult popsicles.
It’s basically frozen sangria on a stick.
Find it here.
You’re welcome.
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