Looking for ducks in a row?
I’m your gal.
I’m an expert at setting up targets and making detailed plans on how to knock them down.
Yep, every morning I drag out my gaggle of tin ducks, line them up nice and straight on the fencerow and aim…
Only to collect their untouched tin hides come evening.
Apparently, anxiety-pocked minds suck at the follow-through (at least mine does).
Yet, everyday you’ll find me and the ducks in the dawn, making fools of ourselves on the fencerow.
I’d like to think that, sometimes, there’s a certain beauty in stupid.