Frogs

I am taking the afternoon off today. I have no excuse except I’m tired. This year has been a difficult one, and I’m happy to see it end. This afternoon, as I was trying to do a little cleaning, I moved some stuff around in my bedroom. I really like doing that because I am a person of change and unpredictability. Even I never know what I’m going to do next...at any rate, while moving stuff from Point A to Point B, I inadvertently knocked my little green stuffed frog onto the floor. I didn’t even know he was missing in action, until I saw Trixie chewing on him to her little hearts content... 

Ok, let me say right here and now, that I love that little frog. That frog has been by my side through thick and thin. He has a little pouch inside him that I can pop into the freezer and/or microwave. He has been the source of much comfort through aching heads, stiff knees, and cold nights. He’s become a friend. So when I saw the Trixie Belle having her way with his little stuffed head, I immediately reacted...”Stop, Trixie!! That’s not your frog! That’s Mamma’s frog!!” I quickly snatched the frog from harms way, no worse the wear. And as I placed  him in his little perch atop my headboard, I realized how ridiculous that sounded...Mamma’s frog. 

I ordinarily detest reptiles and amphibians of any sort. I will never have a stuffed snake or lizard. I do have plastic dinosaurs here at the house because the grandboy likes them and I can justify that because  they’re an extinct species. I never said I was rational about it. Somehow, this little stuffed frog had worked it’s way into my heart years ago, and I’ll confess right now...I sometimes sleep with the doggone thing. It’s very comforting to squeeze a little stuffed frog while you pray...not that I’d know anything about that, but still...

Well, that’s my story for the day. I hope and pray everyone has a happy and safe New Years. Be safe!  

 

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The frog...