I hate birds.
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.
I hate birds.
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Cock-a-doodle-doo....yikes!
ReplyDeleteHey - I was going to say Cock-a-doodle-doo, spooky.
ReplyDeleteOh, that made me cackle!
ReplyDeleteThat is some spectacular decor right there. Sleep with one eye open!
ReplyDeleteThey're watching you, everywhere you go!
ReplyDeleteThank God I'm back in Chicago. I felt like a duck camping.
ReplyDeleteYou could have draped sheets over all of them. Then again, that probably wouldn't have helped.
ReplyDeleteSo 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........
ReplyDeleteDamian...Omen...Damian...Omen...
ReplyDelete-Megan
Andrea & Julie - Great minds....
ReplyDeleteKelly - 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!