dcmac214 wrote:
Recall my family disorder? I mean it, we went Flamingo. We did stop short of repainting the coach pink but once inside the door it's Flamingo Heaven. Or Hell depending on your perspective. They're everywhere. Plush toys sitting and hanging, bedding, towels, floor mats...you name it, if it's flamingo we've got it. You can't even shower or reign from the throne without a flamingo staring at you.
Reading about your flamingo-saturated coach reminds me of this guy’s bit:
https://youtu.be/f5d8pVg3Qtg