Noisy. Fucking. Peacock.

So we're all tucked in and asleep and minding our own business at Still Waters Resort, near Branson, Missouri. It's the one morning we should be able to sleep in... until we hear what sounds like Curly from the Three Stooges operating a duck call. There are ducks and geese wandering freely on the grounds, so our immediate, yet foggy assumption is that other family members are taunting these birds. Turns out? Not so much. There are two peacocks doing their cock-a-doodle-whatever on the roof -- one directly above our bedroom, one ten feet away on the next building roof.

Vacation Postcard.

Back from vacation, getting ready for a no-doubt tortuous work day. Here's your vacation postcard, courtesy of marriedtothesea.com:

Dear Diary.

"Today I decided to prove that even total douchebags could hike on the Appalachian Trail. And put it all in writing."



What really pisses me off about this (other than the rampant stupidity, obnoxious behavior, and borderline illiteracy) is that Mom and I totally called dibs on the name "Team Shocker."

If you're into this sort of thing, there are lots of decidedly non-douchetastic photos from the trip here and here.

I'm off to Atlanta for the weekend. Might sent pix via PhoneCamera thingy. Might not. Cheers, and Happy 4th!