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Ugh!  Cari!  In her effort to not get scooped, she totally scooped me on the world's most incredible invention that you guys probably already know about but I'm always late to the party, okay?  Okay.

GeoGuessr

If you are not playing this game yet, ehrmagherd, brace yourself for wonderous wonderment.

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having chickens

Y'all seriously- having chickens is the best.  Yes, last spring we had a raccoon issue and someone (read: children) has to take care of them a.m. and p.m.  But it is SO easy and the results are tangible and plentiful and ohmygoodness I love having chickens.  Of course, as with any hobby, you can go berzerk and spend a bunch of money on a fancy coop and get stressed out about....I don't even know.  I'm sure you can find a ton of things to get stressed out about on chicken forums (yes, there is such a thing), but dude- it's a chicken.  It's just a chicken!   No worries.  

A bad attitude and a dinner story

(If you're just here for the food, scroll right on down past this rambling...)

The Saturday before Mother's Day, I was a raging jerk.  For no reason.  Did a lot of stomping around the house, never had a concrete thing to complain about (because if I did then the problem could be fixed.  I didn't want the problem to be fixed.  I wanted to be MAD), and just in general was a pretty insufferable human.

In the garden. Out of the garden.

Have you heard the one about the guy that spent his entire Saturday working in the yard, spreading compost, digging garden beds, mowing lawns and transplanting seedlings?  And then finished off the day by making an incredible, amazing, fantastic crazy-gourmet dinner for 10 people?  It's a good one.

Stupid Dog. Sprinkler Day. {phfr} {tt}

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Tuff: the stupidest, most photogenic dog on the planet

Brain dump, sort of a confession + baby update

I feel like being pregnant turns me into a honey badger (link not safe for kids.  Or people who don't like swearing.  Like really.  But man it makes me laugh....).  Or MORE of a honey badger.  Or something.  I can't post anything or write anything because all I can think is "Ugh!  That article made me so mad!  What an unabridged douche canoe that dude is!" (I used that exact phrase, "unabridged douche canoe," on facebook the other day and it was a huge hit, so I'm feeling like...you know...if it ain't broke, no repairs necessary and all that.  Okay fine, along with being honey badger, my brain is made of cheesecloth.  Total inability to think of new material.)

The Madame Suspicious-pants Gene

Madame Suspicious-pants at 1 month

my little Mary