Sorry, Duck. No go.
We have another week or so before we go home, which is when I'll take down the Christmas decorations and store them in the shed. Until then, you've just gotta live with it.
And so does Ed.
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2012: Why So Angry, Birds?
2011: One Hand In The Air For The Empire State
2010: Hitching A Ride From The Frying Pan Into The Fire
2009: Don’t Look AT Me Like That. No, Really. Don’t. You’re Making Me Melt.
2008: A Mid-Winter Pick Me Up
2007: I Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You
2006: How To Get Rid Of Your Girlfriend
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!
1 comment:
Your duck is peeking out because he's Russian Orthodox (freedom of choice on your truck), and he's saying "Salena. Where is my feast?"
RO Christmas is January 7, so you have a day to prepare your duck (and his companions) a feast.
Christmas never ends.
Cheers!
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