Our house has been “flamingo’d” a couple of times since we’ve lived here. It’s pretty funny to wake up to the lawn covered in pink plastic birds. This time we decided to get even. We gathered up all but one flamingo and hid them in our garage. The one little remaining bird got a ransom note hung around it’s neck demanding cookies.
We let a night or two go by and started to feel a little guilty so Clint, Caitlin, and I returned the flamingo’s to the rightful owners. The funny thing is, Caleb got the cookies delivered to him at school.
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I love the ransom note!
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