Oh, you thought my awful gift subscription to Cosmopolitan had run out? No such luck. So sit back and see what the young women of today are reading about this month.
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Okay then… moving on.
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Apparently there’s a dating app for everyone. Not ready for Tinder or Grindr? Try Tabby.
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Meow!
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This particular article was quite detailed and had everything you ever needed or wanted to know about circumcised penises.
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As well as a lot you ( or maybe just I ) didn’t.
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When in doubt, say nothing. Apparently my mother’s advice holds true for every situation.
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What’s up Venezuela?
Wait.. on second thought. I don’t want to know.
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P.S. I refuse to put sixty nine or circumcision in my list of tags. No good can come from that. So to speak…
The other day we drove almost 2 hours to look at a used pool table. It was a piece of junk and we had to drive almost 2 hours back. Funny how that works. So when I saw a sign that said Pies! Pies! Pies! I knew we had to stop.
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At an adorable little store on a lovely 40 acre farm.
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Yes, a mother and her 15 year old home schooled daughter run the entire farm by themselves. Please note all work is done by horse and ox. Maine women are nothing if not capable.
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The store was filled with the fruits of their labor. Jams, jellies, relishes, honey, pies, wool, dried flowers, wreaths, maple syrup, soap… and yes. Everything was made by their own hands.
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And this wasn’t some run down ramshackle operation. It was lovely, well kept and clean.
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When my husband opened the upright freezer and saw it was packed with pot pies, quiches, turkey soup, mushroom ravioli, pesto, and minestrone he asked the girl when they found time to sleep.
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Jam came home with us. As did some soap, some soup and of course…..
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Pie.
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Which instead of a traditional crust had a marvelously buttery and flaky rolled pastry foundation.
This month’s issue of Cosmopolitan made me wonder why my girlfriend gave me a subscription to this in the first place. Fashion and make up tips? Fine.
But, hey… I don’t have a post pandemic sex bucket list and don’t plan on making one any time soon.
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But if I did?
I can assure you this wouldn’t be on it.
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Good grief. I’ve been known to blog about my trips to the grocery store… but I seriously doubt anyone wants to read about that happening in the middle of aisle 12.
After the bucket list, there was a list of commonly asked questions.
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I don’t know about you, but that’s not something I commonly ask.
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And I can guaran-damn-tee you I’ve never asked that!!
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I’m not going to show the answers to that one, you’ll never look at the contents of your kitchen cabinets the same way, but I’ll leave you with this more than slightly suggestive accompanying photo.
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This.
This is what passes for a woman’s magazine these days.
Hell, I’m not a prude… but it seems like these articles would be more suited to Hustler or Gynecologist’s Quarterly.