About rubber ducks.

Tonight I am in a pissy, bitter mood. Thus, I took a bubble bath, had some wine, watched some Grey's season 2, and felt sorry for myself. And talked to Kristin 4 times because whatever guy I end up with someday is going to have to understand that Kristin is pretty much my support system and I just can't see any guy being better at dealing with me than she is. Too bad she's a girl. And married. Or I'd totally marry her. Or something.

ANYWAY... as I was taking my bubble bath, I had the new rubber duck in there with me that Dougie, Ryno, and Emily got me for a housewarming gift at my party Saturday. (Which was huge amounts of fun. If you weren't there, too bad for you.) And I had this realization that I have received lots and lots of rubber ducks over the years. Like, probably 20. No joke. I am the kind of person you apparently buy rubber ducks for. It's a little weird, but a true statement I suppose. I mean, I do like rubber ducks. And I've never even asked for any. I'm not sure what that says about me. I am a rubber duck girl, as noticed by the general public.