Hey Kids! In lieu of the regular Friday Fry-up, I have a little something different planned.
Now, before I get into the crux of the matter, I feel as though I need to explain myself.
I, contrary to past (and current) posts, am not a completely deranged animal-cum-water fowl fiend. I just happen to suffer from some kind of faulty construction (birth defect?) in so far as I incapable of stopping myself from becoming momentarily paralyzed every time I am found in the presence of these beings.
Seriously, I almost start crying every time I read an article on polar bears. (DAMN YOU COCA COLA!)
What can I say?
I also just really, really like ducks.
Like, a lot.
So it pretty much makes my day, but also sort-of takes my breath away and makes me tear up a bit every time I walk into the lobby of my office building and see this:
I’m trying to figure out how to 1.) get one of the geese up the elevator and into my office and 2.) jerry-rig the electronics so it will still be able to move and not, you know, blow my place sky high.
But nere you worry – I’m working on it.
Man, is it just me or is it that any way you slice the mandarin orange these days, things are looking pretty darn festive?
I don’t know if the daily increased swelling I experience in my chest is due to 1.) the holiday spirit 2.) the daily inclusion of mechanized ducks from an old Woodward’s window display 3.) angina or 4.) all of the above.
Two nights ago I was speaking with my sister on the phone and we were laughing (nay cackling) about an incident that occurred a couple of Christmas’ ago that concerned her, a Christmas-cracker hat, and a bowl of bran buds cereal.
It is definitely one of our favourites and a total go-to memory when we are in need of a good laugh-until-you-cry moment.
So do it I shall.
Cry tears of happiness.