What’s with the duckies?

Plumber: So…who do you live here with?
Me: Umm…what?
Plumber: do you live here with your kids?
Me: have you seen the rest of this apartment? I don’t have room for anyone else here.
Plumber: oh. Then what’s with the rubber duckies?


My stuffed animal of choice as a child was a pillow with a duck face on it that I creatively named Ducky. My parents, seeing my ardor for the duck, wasted no time in getting me a four wheeled duck shaped toddler-scooter named Quackles. So that is why my bathroom has ducks on the shower curtain, warhol duckies framed on the wall, a duck clock, and a panel on the wall with a duck face that says “quack”.

That’s also why my Easter gift was a rubber duck with glasses like mine.


I am in my thirties and consider myself erudite and sophisticated. But I also like duckies.

Life is too short to pretend not to like the things you like.

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6 Responses to What’s with the duckies?

  1. Jen says:

    You should’ve turned the ducks to all face the guy…

  2. Bridget says:

    Life is too short to pretend not to like the things you like.


  3. truthslinger says:

    despite the fact i had to look up the definition of “erudite” … i agree with thee, one should not worry about such things, you like what you like, and as long as it doesn’t afflict one’s self, or others (and stays within God’s bounds of course) more power to ya!!!
    ps. in case any one else didn’t know the definition either… see below>>>
    er·u·dite   /ˈɛryʊˌdaɪt, ˈɛrʊ-/ Show Spelled[er-yoo-dahyt, er-oo-] Show IPA
    characterized by great knowledge; learned or scholarly: an erudite professor; an erudite commentary

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