🦩 Flocking Flamingos & Fierce Feathers: A Night of Awkward Awesomeness 🦩

So, let me tell you about the night I got FLOCKED—literally. A few nights ago, I woke up to find my front yard had been invaded by a flamboyance of pink flamingos. Yes, you heard me right. A full-on, unapologetic, neon-pink flock had descended on my lawn, and let me tell you, it was glorious. 😎

Now, before you start thinking I've suddenly become some sort of bird whisperer, let me clear this up. This was a clever little fundraiser by the Girl Scouts, where for the low price of $30, you can unleash a horde of plastic flamingos on some unsuspecting friend. And clearly, someone out there knows me well enough to realize that this was EXACTLY what I needed in my life.

Here's the kicker—I love flamingos. Like, borderline obsessed. Maybe it's because they're fabulously awkward, just like yours truly. Or maybe it's their unapologetic pinkness that screams, "I’m fabulous, and you can deal with it!" But here's the twist: I have an irrational fear of birds. Seriously, any feathered fiend that gets too close sends me into a full-on panic. But not these guys. Nope, when it comes to my bird hierarchy, tiny feeder birds, hummingbirds, and flamingos get a pass. Everything else? Hard pass.

So, there I was, staring at this sea of pink, and what did I do? I grabbed myself a sunset margarita and had a little impromptu happy hour with my new plastic pals. 🍹 They may have been temporary visitors—here for just 24 hours before vanishing like the fabulous fever dream they were—but damn, did they make those hours count.

Oh, and by the way, did you know a group of flamingos is called a flamboyance? I know, right? But of course, “FLOCK” is the word they go with for this fundraiser. It’s punchy, sure, but "flamboyance" has that extra flair that I’m all about.

So, here's to being fabulously awkward, embracing the unexpected, and enjoying every last ridiculous, pink-tinted moment. 🦩💅 Cheers to that!