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?
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!
Comments
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!
hehehe
Your blog has indeed gone to the frogs, while mine has gone to the tarantulas...
A bird flies into the air
The frog sits and croaks
Kermit haiku
from your Big Blue 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
A big blue frog loves me.
It's not as crazy as it appears,
He can fly, and plays guitar for me!