I had positioned this little fellow on the newel post of the porch steps, hoping to get a chuckle out of Weer'd, but I suppose he didn't notice (the duck is VERY tiny).
Good food was eaten, many movies' plots dissected, guns were admired (of course!), many
Thanks to SCI-FI and Mrs. SCI-FI for their hospitality and awesome friendship. They rock.
Bonus: It's always fabulous when your friends like your kids and vice-versa, and it was a hoot to see my kids hit it off so well with the Weer'ds.
Double Bonus: Seeing how my by Weer'd much maligned dogs, whom he labels "locusts", fawned over him and the Missus. They couldn't get enough lovin' from them, and I even got Weer'd to admit that despite their (by him perceived) hideousness, they are very nice and affectionate dogs. WIN!
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I did notice, just didn't realize that wasn't his usual home! BTW did you turn him around, because I remember him facing me both going in and coming out.
Wicked good time, and good food.
And I the Mrs. and I both LOVED your locusts!
Nope, the duck was in your honor! I swear on my sainted mother's grave that I had nothing to do with turning him around. He must have wanted to keep his eye on you...
Good times and good folks, it doesn't get any better :-)
How cool is it you can move around the Country and keep finding friends whom you already know?
Dammit, teleportation is SO frickin' overdue!!!
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