It’s one amazing read, that’s what it is. I noticed a couple of weeks ago that this blog was being stalked by a Good Luck Duck.

At first I was OK with it, then I began to have nightmares into the wee hours. In these strange days they tell us that one can’t be too careful because you could get wacked by a falling satellite or get an invitation to dinner at a nice restaraunt with  a completey un-nice suicide bomber. And everybody knows you would never go to Mexico without a baseball bat or gun or both.

So, really, what is this duck thing anyway?

It’s a couple of extremely wacky ladies who share their strange and hysterical thoughts with anyone who cares to read them. I’ve been told politely that I  look at world from a little different perspective than the average Larry. If that’s the case I will plead that I am nearly normal compared to this pair.

Be prepared for a snicker when you read the Good Luck Duck