So I had this thing written about swans for the 12 Days of Plumcake, but it was about my grandfather and how every year and this time when we lived on the Chesapeake Bay in Annapolis he used to take me across the dune with a bag of stale white bread to see and feed all the thousands upon thousands of migrating swans. But then I cried, and there’s No Crying in Baseball (or fashion blogging.)
And THEN I remembered that time a swan flew onto my deck and tried to attack my sweet –and now permanently waterfowl-shy– pooch, Dozer, and I realized that swans are bastards and they don’t DESERVE a day.
So we’re skipping it (although this does remind me to introduce you to F*** You, Penguin, my new favorite blog. The language is not work-safe.)
Today Plumcake wants to know:
What are you doing for New Year’s Eve?