Oh how I just LOVE ducks!! Ducks are my very favorite animals from childhood and when I was little I was OBSESSED with them and even wanted to be one. I wrote stories about ducks and sang songs about ducks and had ceramic versions of them all over my little pink room. I grew up in a small Swedish town in Kansas and there was a house by the highway that had live ducks living in the front yard and when we would go home from the pool I would make my mother drive by the house in our brown Triumph Spitfire with the convertible top down and I would yell “DUCKIES!!” and watch them run all around and laugh and laugh and laugh because I was simply a ridiculous child.
I have not changed very much.
These ducks are named “Peter Peabody” and “Petunia Peabody” because Peter and Petunia are fairly adorable and traditional barnyard names, and “Peabody” is an homage to the Peabody Hotel ducks who go up the elevator everyday in the famous Memphis landmark hotel. When Petunia gets married, she will most likely take her duck husband’s last name. And won’t that be a nice day.
Today is the second day of my fretful late-winter cold and it comes at the WORST time because I have a wine dinner to attend this evening, and it is not acceptable NOT to drink WINE at the WINE DINNER. This is terrible!! Until then, I shall whine.
2 comments:
Wait, are Petunia and Peter already married or not? Because they already have the same last name, but their marriage is spoken of as a future event.
I think they are siblings, no?
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