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Category: Just for a laugh
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My coffee pot is wounded. I discovered a pool of black coffee seeping out from under it this week and panicked, thinking it was actually dead. I do have some of those individual coffee bags, but they just aren't the same as fresh brewed coffee. But I tightened some tiny screws on a flange,…
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I am a dog and cat person. For some reason, that seems to be a rare thing. I love my puppies and their unconditional love and joy of life, but I also love cat personalities…their sauciness and independence and supposed indifference to anything but themselves. I love how they purr and stretch and give you…
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1. Today is my friend Debbie's birthday. I couldn't find the photo I wanted to post, the one of us dressed up like beauty queens, acting silly in her bedroom back in 1973. I've turned my house upside down and still can't find that photo anywhere! I used to be so organized… That summer…
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1. This made me smile yesterday. Can you see the sign on the wall in the photo above? The table in the teacher's lunchroom at the high school was covered with platters of cinnamon rolls while on the wall beside it is a chart promoting healthy teachers. (No, I couldn't resist them, but I only…
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1. Our property is dotted with small iron crosses, marking the resting places of so many precious furry or feathered or scaly loved ones we've been blessed to know. I miss them all. The one above is Charly's and Frankie's. 2. I will never get rich monetarily through my blog, but the…
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Do you iron? I don't. I mean, I can, but I haven't in a long, long time. My husband will vouch for that. He stopped buying shirts with wrinkle-inclined collars and button panels when it became clear he'd have to iron them himself. "I buried a lot of my ironing in the back yard." ~…
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Last week Tom discovered a dead turkey down near our little pond. There were no signs of violence or obvious cause of death. We suppose it died of natural causes. I'm sure that happens occasionally in nature, doesn't it? Well, Belle was with him that day. We're not sure if she acted alone, or if…
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I sit on the back deck, glass of red wine in my hand, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Tom has to work late, so I'm covering the evening meal for him. Max is stretched out in front of his food bowl. Belle is just a few feet away near hers. The sun has…
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