Sunday, February 12, 2006

Or Is It Memorex?

Occasionally, when describing just what in the hell it is I do for a living, I will be asked if the flamingos are real. I love this question and am hoping to come up with a great answer someday. One that shows how funny the question is without offending the asker. After all, it never pays to offend a potential customer. Live flamingos would make a mess in the van, not to mention all the squawking getting them on to the lawn. "OK you birds! You will remain on this lawn until we return. No wandering off to other yards, no flying South, and don't poop on the birthday boy."

Don't even get me going about the cows.

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