The Synchronicity of Ducks

I am not going to get into the whole thing of whether stealing a duck is wrong - although my child did once pilfer a lipstick tester from Sephora when she was about a year old, and I discovered it when we were loading her back into the carseat, and let me tell you, I wasn't about to return that tester that didn't even have a cover on it - but MotherGooseMouse has now written the Ten Commanducks and I need to address #2, namely thou shalt not make for thyself a DUCK.

Because once upon a time, I did make a duck. While in college, with my roommate, and likely fueled by Bruce Springsteen and vodka. And I had completely forgotten about said duck, until I recently examined a box marked "treasures" in the closet of my room at my mother's house and discovered the duck (and a lot of strange detritus).

Here she is, in all her papier-mâché glory.

Coincidentally, I am about to get on the road and drive up to my 25th college reunion. Alas, my roommate is not going to be there. And I'm leaving the duck home to hold down the fort.