The last couple of days have been rough. I had to be at the store at the crack of dawn to open up for the painters. The only consolation is that we get to leave early.
On Tuesday as we went home we passed the antique store on the corner of 2nd Place and the wife fell in love with these concrete ducks that he had for sale. They were lawn ornaments and heavy as shit as they are made out of cement.
Now the ducks are funny because of a joke we have about the store. You see we have a new employee who is very young but likes to imitate the wife. So much so that I have to tease her. Then when cousin Katy (you remember the elf) came into work there were some ruffled feathers. I told her it was like the ducks. When the mama duck comes out of the water all the baby ducks fight to be the first duck following behind her. Katy insists she is first duck. I say you have to earn it.
So of course I had to go buy them to surprise her and put them on the kitchen floor to find as we came home that night.
She loves them.
She loves them so much they she set up a twitter account called "Where the duck R U" to chronicle all the places the ducks go.
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