duck, duck, duck, duck, boots!

I have found ducks. In order: the carved one was on my windowsill (I got it at a thrift shop in PA when I was still living there. Willow Grove, I think...) The devil duck was a gift from grauwulf quite a while ago. The lame duck (er, wind up floating one, but one of the legs doesn't go anymore) is actually duck #1, but it got bumped out of line because I'd forgotten about it until recently, when I remembered to pull it out of the bathroom cabinet.

Duck #4 is the prize. We went to Stacey's late last night (driving, since otherwise we wouldn't have made it before closing) in search of lemon bars and had to make do with ice cream instead. And it was so late that there wasn't anyone on the couches at the back, so we each sat down on one, and on the floor was a little pink camo-painted duck. Clearly it was meant to be part of my row.

( flash is good for boots, if not so much for ducks..., and Lady does punk )

Also, we finally went to see WALL-E, which I quite enjoyed, despite it making me want to rant about assumed viewer stupidity in pop culture. The best part, though, was definitely the end credits.

...and I have a rain forest in my room.