A Bloggy Froggy Beauty Contest

Yesterday evening, I went over to Sharon's house to do laundry. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. While we were sitting watching the sun set and listening to the boys go in and out and in and out of the gate with their bikes, Sharon noticed a frog approaching. "Awww, look, Gruber is missing me!" she cried, and the frog definitely seemed to be coming our way. At the sound of Sharon's voice, he leaped from the eave of the house into the flambouyant tree we were having tea *ahem* doing laundry under. Then we lost sight of him, and Sharon and I went into the house to wrestle the smaller boys into the shower.

And there was Gruber the Frog, in his usual place.

You know what this means, don't you?


And now Gruber, in his anguish at discovering Sharon's infidelity, is showing the world his private toes. They are definitely green, while Kermit's are more of a turquoise. I feel that Kermit shows more restraint and self-respect in HIS portrait, while Gruber is definitely a ham.

Dad has wondered whether we, like Maidens of Olde, have tried kissing our frogs to see if the poison which paralysed and killed the fishes in our aquarium has any interesting effects on humans. Possible hallucinations of Prince Charmings notwithstanding, I have to admit that I will not kiss anyone who has been swimming in my toilet.

Are we missing out on the experience of our dreams here? Would Kermit Juice take us on a trip to a magical toilet bowl? Could I take my camera there? Alas, we will never know. I will eat my yogurt and go to sleep early, so that I can get up and make muffins in the morning. A certain six-year-old Prince Charming has promised to help me!


Islandgirl said…
AHAKYAH KYAH KYAH KYAH!!!! I'm going to CROAK with laughter here! Nancy your blog has gone to the FROGS! I definately think Gruber is annoyed with me because last night he jumped on Stephanie instead - normally he reserves his sticky green toes just for me.
Face it though..you just gotta love a face like that. As for your frog..if I lived in a toilet I wouldn't show MY face either!
Theresa said…
Gruber is such a poser! Kermit is clearly not dependent on anyone else's opinion of him... as anyone living in a toilet should be.
GirlBlue said…
I must admit that I am liking Gruber, he is quite the cute. Maybe if Kermit showed his froggy face to the world I may change my opinion of him. Although his warty froggy back has not been the best first impression in the world *ick*

Your blog has indeed gone to the frogs, while mine has gone to the tarantulas...
Anonymous said…
The Frog croaks loudly
A bird flies into the air
The frog sits and croaks

Kermit haiku

from your Big Blue Frog
Anonymous said…
The Frog

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog,"
Or likewise "Ugly James,"
Or "Gap-a-grin," or "Toad-gone-wrong,"
Or "Bill Bandy-knees":
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.

No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).

Hilaire Belloc
Nan Sheppard said…
I'm in love with a big blue frog,
A big blue frog loves me.
It's not as crazy as it appears,
He can fly, and plays guitar for me!
Islandgirl said…
I'm wondering if the word 'turd' should be substituted for the word bird in that haiku?? hmmmmm