For Unto Us

A new group of individuals have been hanging out in the ducks' bathroom, as of late.

It has the usual residents in something of a tizzy.

Which brings to mind the question, can one have too many Nativities that are fowl themed? Probably not.

On a completely unrelated note, I was talking to my mom earlier, and she was telling me that she had jury duty and it had been very cold there. A woman of substantial....girth?, and smelling of tuna, came and sat in front of mom. Tuna lady proceeded to fan herself. My mom was sure that she would, and I quote, "die of pneumonia from that tuna wind."

Do you see where I get some of this from? By "this," I mean all of it, in general. You know?