Karli “attacking” her kong. GOT…TO…GET…PEANUT BUTTER…OUT…OF…HOLE…SLURP-SLURP!
My dorky husband trying on the scarf I knitted for him. 🙂
My cousin and I at Rolex a few years ago. Note my sunburn–so it must have been the second or third day. We were shopping for Derby hats.
This was Mr. Peeps, later renamed (by necessity) Mrs. Quack. She was found wandering in a park after Easter last year. I volunteered to take her home and turn her into dinner (lol). The night I brought her home, my husband wanted to let her swim in our bathtub and eat fish food. Of course, she never became dinner. However, she did lay lovely big duck eggs for us, which we ate and they were delicious! Unfortunately, Mrs. Quack grew very large and thus very slow, which got her eaten by a fox. Not so much the happy ending. 😦
More “Mr. Peeps”.
Aspiring Alverna 
Love the duck! My bathroom is fully of rubber duckies and it appears that I have developed quite an obsession with ducks.
You have Tim in stitches !
oh, the duck, umm….by any chance, Tim, has Alverna desired any fowl to eat at the table with her ? I remember this favored Millefleur banty hen that sometimes ate with us, well, at least for tea.