We have a stuffed flamingo that sings the Macarana while it's head and neck do strange contortions. (I hear you wonder how far off-topic this can be, but wait for it....)
When Hubby is well into his shower, Filbird, the pink flamingo, sneaks into the bathroom and peeps over the shower curtain while singing the Macarana. I've been doing this to him for several years now. About a year into it he started doing the same thing to me. There's nothing quite as startling as opening your eyes after rinsing shampoo out of your hair and coming face to face with a stuffed pink flamingo who then starts serenading you with the Macarana.
When Hubby is well into his shower, Filbird, the pink flamingo, sneaks into the bathroom and peeps over the shower curtain while singing the Macarana. I've been doing this to him for several years now. About a year into it he started doing the same thing to me. There's nothing quite as startling as opening your eyes after rinsing shampoo out of your hair and coming face to face with a stuffed pink flamingo who then starts serenading you with the Macarana.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?
