Saturday, April 14, 2012

For the Birds

After a two-day journey across several states en route to New Smyrna Beach, Florida, we finally arrived at our townhouse ready to unwind.  Unfortunately, I was never able to completely relax or shake the feeling that Alfred Hitchcock was lurking right around the corner:












I suppose this was my punishment for the grief I'd given Joe over his Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives' meltdown.  Still.

I hate birds.

10 comments:

  1. Hey - I was going to say Cock-a-doodle-doo, spooky.

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  2. That is some spectacular decor right there. Sleep with one eye open!

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  3. They're watching you, everywhere you go!

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  4. Thank God I'm back in Chicago. I felt like a duck camping.

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  5. You could have draped sheets over all of them. Then again, that probably wouldn't have helped.

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  6. So weird! It must be a Townhouse/Timeshare/Condo vacation rental decor theme! We took a family vacation to Florida last summer, and before we settled on the resort we stayed at, we searched through a few on the internet. Country Chicken GALORE!!!!!!!!!!! I think I may have even ran across these photos........

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  7. Damian...Omen...Damian...Omen...


    -Megan

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  8. Andrea & Julie - Great minds....

    Kelly - Punny!

    Linda - More tomorrow! Had to take a break with a rant about hockey (again). We're back home, but will pass along to the husband for our return trip. Thanks!

    Itsadomelife - Sleep?

    Stephanie - I can still see them...

    Maplewood - I take it all back, CAMPING is for the birds.

    Jewels - Might have felt too much like "The Others"?

    JR - What is WITH country chicken?? It's wrong on so many levels.

    Megan - quote the raven NEVERMORE!

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