It is amazing how a week flies by when you are the star of the show!
Trust Yoda the Duck, “Patience you must have my young Duckling.”
As my cousin, Chico Marx would say, I’m not kissing her, I’m whispering in her mouth.
Bachelor number one, if you were going to wine me and dine me, to which pond would you take me?
When you say you’ll be home by 5, I expect you home by 5. And did you get the milk and eggs?
I hate holidays. I feel like I put on five pounds. Honey, do I look fat in these feathers?
Wait. So this is Labor Day? Does that mean we have to go out and get a job?
NOTE: Since we love having National This Week and National That Day, I have declared this coming week to be Bird-Of-The-Day.com DUCK WEEK!
Okay, if I can’t see them, then it stands to reason they can’t see me. Right?
Rumi said there are a thousand ways to go home again. I prefer flying, it’s much faster.
Here chicken. Here chicken. Get over to this side.