Lately, I have not been up to blogging. I could rant about the injustices and cruelty of the world, blah, blah, blah. But I don't even want to listen to that so instead I want to talk about my flamingos. Cause I have a lot of them.
I especially like my skeleton flamingos, so much so, I have two pairs of these ghastly babies. I look at them and think, black is the new pink. My only complaint about the skeleton flamingos is that they don' t glow in the dark. Darnnit!
This large lovely is one of my newest flamingos, I call him Triplett, after my three friends that gave him to me. Triplett rode around in the back of car for over a month just because it made me smile. So today rather than moan about the bad stuff in my life I am going to look at my flock of pink flamingos and hope for days when I am more in the pink. Pink is the new black.
Through the years my flock got bigger and bigger until I was surrounded by the fabulous birds everywhere I went. I have mirrors, dishes, bowls, rugs, pictures, bottles, cups, and even a toilet brush holder with flamingos on it. Friends buy me flamingos for my birthday and Christmas and my wonderful mother even made me a flamingo quilt. I have so many that at some point I designated my bathroom as the flamingo nature preserve. Men often have issues using my bathroom it is so pink.
Last birthday (not the most stellar birthday) I received two more editions to the flock and I had no place to put them. With luck and a hot pink shelf I got a whole new roosting area for my flock. The two on the far right are my newest pair, Herb and Andrean given to me by Transplant Mom. I love that they are so garish and perfect for me.