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1. I cleaned my car inside and out and found more goldfish under the front seat which proves my theory that the crackers I spilled last year do indeed hide under there and multiply.

2. The fact that I cleaned my car inside and out made it rain. Randomly.

3. The fact that it rained made Captain Cavedweller cancel our picnic plans. Instead we went for a drive.

4. A speedy rodent that looked like a squirrel on steroids minus the tail ran in front of us on the drive. According to my Captain, Oh My Captain, it was a rock chuck.

5. Which makes me think of woodchucks.

6. Which makes me think of a ridiculous rhyme my sister would dare me to say when I was little.  “How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.” Yeah. Say that fast five times before you’ve had your morning shot of caffeine.

7. Apparently wild turkeys and deer love blueberries because the field we drove past had an abundance of both.

8. The further you drive up into the mountains the higher the odds that the rain that was a pleasant sprinkle when you started out will turn into a deluge by the time you reach your destination and someone who shall remain nameless and blameless decides to be a party poop and not get out of the car. The cats and dogs  falling from sky was definitely wet blanket on the whole go for a nature walk experience.

9. The same deluge will move out of the mountains and catch up to us heading the opposite direction approximately 23 minutes later, making it impossible to see to drive on the highway which made for an exciting few minutes of driving.

10. I promise not to clean my car ever again if it keeps the rainy, stormy weather away. Be warned, though, it may eventually be taken over by the rogue goldfish.

She Who Now Has a Very Dirty Car

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I wandered into the family room the other evening to find Captain Cavedweller sucking down his fifth, yeah – that’s  right FIFTH, Otter Pop of the day. Granted, he spends the bulk of every day out in the hot sun and comes home in need of something cool and refreshing. But this may have gone too far. Maybe.

He could at least eat a real Popsicle instead of the plastic filled tubes of frozen liquid sugar. The whole thing is so… unsportsman-like. Not summery. Icky. There is just something wrong with sucking on a plastic tube. It seems so uncivilized.

And while I’m on a rant today, I’d like to know what happened to the old-fashioned kind of popsicles. You know, the kind that came on two sticks?

I was going to prove to Captain Cavedweller how much better my frozen sugar on a stick was than his tube-filled thingies. Only I couldn’t find my popsicles anywhere. Believe me I’ve looked. The closest I could find was a box of single popsicles on one stick. But at least they had my favorite flavors of banana and rootbeer.

Captain Cavedweller can’t even identify the flavors he is inhaling. He brought a yellow tube for me to sniff to see if I could determine the flavor. I started to tell him exactly what I thought it smelled like and decided I better behave myself.

“Pineapple,” I said. “Definitely pineapple.”

So as the battle lines are drawn down the middle of our freezer this summer with Otter Pops on one side and sad little single stick Popsicles on the other, what kind of frozen treats are in your freezer?

She Who Still Thinks Popsicles are Best

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Drooley

Drooley, aka The Heinous Cat,  has been off adventuring again.

Only instead of coming home with pieces of his ear missing as he usually does, he came home limping.

The good news is, nothing is broken. The bad news is that whatever he did has caused him to go temporarily insane. Even worse than usual.

I’m telling you the little fuzzy dude has been nibbling loco weed.

Drooley has several places he likes to laze around our yard. Behind the lilac bush, in the chair by the front door and sprawled across my petunias are three of his favorites.

Since he came home injured, he has taken to hiding in the most obscure places, like burrowing into my lamb’s ear bushes, crawling under a pallet and climbing on top of the patio table. All that activity is strange, to say the very least. But the thing that has let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has lost his marbles is the fact that he let Miss Maizy, aka The Interloper, get close to him and rub her head on him. A previously unheard of event that normally ends with him swatting her so hard she either falls over and runs away.

I’ve said it before and I know I’ll say it again, but this cat is just one odd little duck.

She Who Will Never Understand This Cat

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Normally, when I look across the road from our house, I see acre after acre of beautiful apple trees highlighted by the hills in the distance.

When I drove home tonight, the wall of boxes started about a quarter or mile from our house and continued just past our field of vision. It is literally boxes as far as the eye can see.

And although our fabulous view has temporarily turned into a fortress of plywood containers, I don’t mind. It is fun to see all the activity over in the orchard. Summer apples make me think of my grandma who was born and raised in the Ozarks. She had a summer apple tree in her yard and my mom would take us to grandma’s when the apples were ripe to pilfer enough to make a pie. Grandma would have something delicious like fried chicken and blueberry pie for us to eat – and nobody made chicken like her chicken. It was legendary.

The apples were a yellowy-green and tart. They weren’t big by any standard, but good gracious, they could make a tasty pie.

So here is to summer apples, fried chicken and grandmas. May they be a part of your best summer memories.

She Who Misses Her Grandma

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