It all depends, of course, on the manner of my death.
If I am killed by a heart attack brought on by my stepping on a frog and having it's guts squish between my toes, it's a whole 'nother story. My feet would have to be cut off, sealed into a bucket of hand sanitizer and then dropped into a cement mixer which will then be driven into the Pacific Ocean and never recovered. So sorry to the person waiting on a foot transplant.
What is up with these suicidal frogs, anyway? They lay in wait, disguised as leaves and leap out just as I'm walking past. They wait til my cars headlights are bright as the sun and then hop into the middle of the street to await their fate.-----
Oh and also? Paper clips. Do the ones on the bottom get upset since they rarely get used? Or maybe the ones on the top feel they need a break. No really. This is something I really think about. So I vote that once a month we all do Paperclip Rotation Day and just mix things up a little. That way everybody's happy. Or at least I am.
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Picture stolen from Wikimedia...there's a frog hiding in there. Really, there is! Find it!!!
11 comments:
I used to worry that the ice cubes in the tray wouldn't be used equally and might get upset. I don't remember why that was a possibility, but apparently it was.
You little toad!! LOL
So frogs are your Achilles' heel eh?
What with murder stories and cremations I am getting a little concerned!
Nio wonder you Dad fears you as an opponent! LOL ~ Eddie
I thought it was only me who worried the rubber bands in the box would feel left out if the only place they stayed was at the bottom, so I used to shake them up to give them all equal chance.
Love Granny
I can't see the frog but I can feel in between my toes. Yuck.
Oh, you are hilarious!!! Love this post!! But like you, I can do without the squishy frogs!!! Love to you~Janine XO
Sometimes I pull off the last slip of a post-it note... just so it knows I know it's there.
Damn. I can't find the frog. Does that mean I'm animal-blind?
I do with my dishes, plates, and glasses, what you do with the paper clips. You are not alone in your mental illness!
okay, Missy Sarah, there is no frog in there! Tell me where it is!
OK...You have us all. You've simply put this picture up to drive us froggy, right. I've looked and looked...and there is NO frog!! You'll have to resend with an arrow drawn to its little head. I love this blog, and I hope you don't mind if I come back again...puhleeze. I'm a friend of Eddie's...but please PlEASE don't hold that against me. I see sweet Janine's post on here too; she's a dear sweet friend (to everyone!!)
May I add....I posted a photo on an earlier blog of a cotton plant's blossom (as I live in South Georgia)...and said that I had something 'hidden' inside it...to enlarge it to find it. I thought everyone would know that I was kidding. One dear sweet friend looked and looked and looked....and finally just went to bed exasperated.... :))
I know there must be a frog here somewhere because you seem like such an honest sweet lady. Please, enlighten us. Until then, thank you for letting me ramble (as if you had a choice :)) )....and know that I love your blog.
I send you hugs and many smiles.
Love from Jackie
P.S. I do my towels and washcloths that way....play the 'let's put YOU on top...and YOU on bottom...YOU never get used!'
Could there be something wrong with all of us!! :))))
hi all...I've got a new post with the frog revealed! (gasp!)
Paper clips...okay, consider it done. Just for you, though.
Sandi
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