Friday, January 1, 2010
I wanted to shoot that duck
I think my husband turned Mr. Duckie alarm up a little louder this morning, just to make sure that this whole thing wasn’t just another one of my New Years "Tattoos" (see my first blog post). But I am almost positive this particular morning that darn duck was saying Fat, Fat, Fat instead of its usual quack, quack, quack. "What do I have here that could do some serious damage to that duck, 'TURN IT OFF' just isn’t working for me, let’s see I could hurl this Sudoku book at it, this pillow, I think my makeup bag is somewhere on the ground, or...maybe there is no way to get at the digital death-duck" So I get my big butt out of bed and put on my latest in the Fit Fashion line by Bina, the stained red pants of course, and a little heart and polka dot number that is supposed to be a night sleeper, but looks like a scary nurse scrub reject--which goes down to just above my knees, and then the crown jewel: my blue Cedar Point sweatshirt complete with pocket and hoodie. I actually ran for 35 minutes, but I didn’t leave happy; if that duck were a real duck it would be a pile of feathers and roasting in my oven right now for New Year’s dinner. Duck is a healthy option, right?