Category: O’Folks
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The O-Folk in Ireland
Just yesterday, Tim was asking me about our trip to Ireland: Where we went, what we did, will we ever eat smoked salmon as great as that again? I could easily answer the last question (sadly, no), but to answer the first two questions I had to dredge the backwaters of my memory, hardly the… Read.
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cravings
You know how people say there’s literally nothing you can’t get from the internet? I’m literally starting to believe it. My Darling B just bought a case of hummus chips on the internet last week. Backtracking just a little bit: There’s this snack food called hummus chips that she simply adores, and when I say… Read.
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changeup
My Darling B has a whole new attitude about mice since she opened her garden shed and discovered they’d pooped and peed on just about everything in there. Before she was on Mother Nature’s side, making me trap them live so we could release them in a nearby city park, but now that she has… Read.
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yak
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bonke
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stuck
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barleywine reaction
At the Central Waters Brewery 16th Anniversary Party last weekend: “What are you drinking?” “Barleywine.” “May I try some?” “You don’t like barleywine.” “Maybe I do.” She didn’t. Read.
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hack spit cough
My Darling B and I have been fighting a nasty upper respiratory infection since about, oh, I don’t know, Christmas? Yeah, that’s about right. Mine’s not as nasty as hers is, though. About once a week I wake up with a stuffy head and lots of boogers, and occasionally I have to cough up a… Read.
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tag
For two hours this morning I played tag with Bonkers the cat, who thinks I have been put on this earth for just two reasons: To feed him, and to provide him with a warm lap that he may curl up on for hours and hours. Whoops! Three things: And, to scratch his ears. He… Read.
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wet willie!
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