Wanderings, meanderings, traipses, twists and turns, the aimless and nomadic, the errant and fancy-free, the migratory, moving and rootless ramblings of a perambulatory, peripatetic and very wayward duck, far too big for her own pond.
Someone posted this on teh spacebooks, and I thought it was le funny.
Hence, i’m stealing it and re-posting it here, for everyone to laugh at! (how generous of me, ¿qué no?)