And there was Gruber the Frog, in his usual place.
You know what this means, don't you?
SHARON HAS BEEN FRATERNIZING WITH ANOTHER FROG!
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!