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You don't have any ducks???? Well go get some they're fun!!!!
I would make that sign and put it on the outside of my six foot fence but then my neighbor would find out I have ducks!!!!
Had to add that it is a cute little sign!!!
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You don't have any ducks???? Well go get some they're fun!!!!
I would make that sign and put it on the outside of my six foot fence but then my neighbor would find out I have ducks!!!!
Had to add that it is a cute little sign!!!
LOL...I like ducks, but I won't be getting any as long as I live here. It is a cool sign though. If there were a chicken only version,I would have bought it. I like the Bainbridge signs that are advertised on here...but was hoping to find something a little cheaper.
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Oh I know all about the mission and the stirring of the big pot
Well you know a good portion of it. However the REMAINDER is dependant on the element of total surprise.
I think you should( CR ) show up with your dispaly & set up.
Period.
I am not bringing icelandics, however.
I really have to remember I am not on 2 legs much.
bathing 2 WHITE turkeys and a white rock pullet (the dirtiest) will be enough for me.
DH is being very good so far, but he can turn on me & get rather put out.
He is getting better though, day by day.
The first few days after my fall, I could do little to nothing.
And DH was a booger to deal with!
See, he is used to being spoiled.
He also had NO IDEA how much work I do & how little I get to even sit & go potty before jumping up to go do something else, coop out, fill feeders & waterers, clean poop trays, shower, laundry, make the bed & coffee, start breakfast, dishes, then lunch and did ya take anything out of the freezer for dinner???
after a few days he was getting really discontent to say the least.
All but went on strike.
I looked at him and replied "It's f****D being a woman, isn't it?
You do not get to sit & relax all day until you hit the sack at night"
He was OK after that..for a while.
He was almost that mean yesterday when we went shopping.
I got out of the van & went to get my wheelchair out & he wanted me to ride the icky scooter at walmart I did not care for...ewwwwwww/.
So I continued to get my wheelchair & he was upset that he would have to get it out for me and that it would be easier if I rode the scooter.
I did not relent, but was in my wheelchair when he returned with the icky scooter.
Nope, I am fine.
Lately I am thinking he is a bit upset that I am getting better.
It equals=
I hit the dirt/ out of commision.
Suddenly he had full control & responsibilities
He hated it,
He got used to it,
he started liking it & ordering me around,
he started hating me gaining back control.
Now he is OK again.
Weird, huh?