The theme of the party was a luau sort of thing. B was going to wear a grass skirt and coconut bra and all but somehow, it all ended up on Rutherford the duck. Now, Ruth is a very heavy concrete thing. Someone down the street threw Ruth in the trash for the sin of being decapitated. They left a note on him and asked if they could have him. The answer, believe it or not, was yes. So in the rain and mud, they got a cart and managed to load up Ruth and drag him home, along with a ton of mud. Now he lives in the basement and they do not seem to want his head reaffixed. In fact, I went to move Bs purse one day and it weighed a ton. Why? She had taken the head to school to show off. I keep waiting to find it in my bed.....(maybe they haven't seen the Godfather....)
We all love the supply of kitchen goodies from Bitchin' Kitchen, JoJo!
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