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I’m going to keep doing these as long as I have to make myself laugh.
It may be a while…
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At this point, it can’t hurt.
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As long as you don’t take me with you, but that’s the problem isn’t it?
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I feel like that’s where I am right now. All our well laid plans for retirement out the window.
WTF sums it up perfectly.
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WTF Forecast cracks me up.
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Rude clouds. What did I ever do to them?
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Inevitable selfie with uninterested cat.
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Makeup? What’s that. I wear it so rarely now I swear I feel like a carnival clown when I do.
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Gin in my pesto?
Yes please!
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Vodka meatballs? Where have you been all my life!
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Wow.
No one wants that.
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Because wouldn’t you rather laugh?
There.
That puts things in perspective.
Yes.
For quite a bit longer by the looks of things.
Don’t you just hate when that happens?
Hell, in Maine…. it already does.
Good rule.
Most definitely.
Grocery stores have become the new I-95. Wrong way dumb asses, rubberneckers, and the road police who do 25 miles under the posted speed limit.
Move aside people….
River needs double fudge brownie mix. And tequila.
A fitting finale.
WTF indeed.
Because we all still need a laugh.
Now that’s just rude.
This looks like a great idea since I always whup the husband at gin rummy and he won’t play with me anymore.
*Note to self – borrow neighbor’s rooster*
I really do miss traveling.
Even if it’s just to the next town.
Indeed.
Yeah.
Gwyneth (correct spelling) can bite me.
( Did I already post this one? Maybe… but the sentiment holds true. )
Cats.
They think they know everything. It happens to be tequila.
Stuff it Mittens.
Jesus… neither do I!
We’re doomed.
River's world..... 