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Cursed ceramic tiles? |
Uh oh. It's March and you know what that means... |
5 bucks is 5 bucks. |
I'm making myself a promise. |
College life. |
Tax time. |
Garage fantasies. |
This is getting a little ridiculous. |
Anybody have any special Valentine's Day plans? |
Waste not, want not. |
Happy birthday. |
I think the wife's dog is neurotic. |
Who knows what the 6 simple machines are? |
Plow rage. |
The wife's poor, little mutt. |
Is it just me, or are the seasons running late? |
Guess who's back. |
You may not hear from me come Monday. |
Shepherd's pie or honey-glazed duck breasts? |
You can't live in debt forever. |
A sure-fire cure for the mid-winter doldrums. |
I actually enjoy the boredom. |
Another victim of the pandemic. |
They took all of the fun out of throwing money away. |
The Christmas haul. |
It's like coming back to a life I left behind. |
What my philosophy has always been. |
Stranger things have happened on a New Year's Eve. |
Do you really lose 50 percent of your body heat through your head? |
Gold, frankincense and booze. |
Who has time for sugar-plums? |
We are definitely getting our money's worth. |
Dealing with my seasonal affective disorder. |
I like your P.P. |
My kind of cooking. |
Wine, wine, wine. |
It's no secret who's the best Santa. |
Cooking isn't always a chore. |
There is a season for everything. |
The 24 fuzzy days of Christmas. |
I'm not going to be the neighborhood Scrooge this year. |
Angry shopping is a better spectator sport. |
The secret to a good turkey and everything else in life. |
It feels odd having my Thanksgiving done early. |
I'm looking forward to testing my skill again. |
A pre-Thanksgiving. |
It has been one tough week. |
That's what I get for trying to be responsible. |
Smoking is trickier than I thought. |
I'm in the mood for an experiment. |
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