frank my frog

My frog is weird and slimy. He is not the greatest company in the world. He can't talk, he can't do anything a human can do. He swims and sits. He doesn't eat. He normaly won't sit on people's hands. Only on occasion will he sit on mine. I horrify him I think. I wonder if I will have to take him to the vet? I should google it.The only thing that I think interests him I think is my lava lamp. Yes I have just spent this entire blog post trash talking my frog. But he's really not that bad, at all.

A typical friday night mix of stuff

Taking random pics... You  might want to report gluttony on me for my pop tarts... Watching fawlty towers... Blogging finally... And looking at failblog.org... Dog wants pop tarts too... Should I give her some? No... Yes... No. No I am not! This is a typical Friday night here. The pizza i ate for dinner is starting to to talk back to me. I got the toots and I feel bloated. It has been a crazy week. The end of the pre-school year is over. They might be annoying, but they are my babies. My babies that I am going to miss. My mom poured a glass of wine. She is talking on the phone with her friend. Apparently her friend has been in a car accident. OH NO! But I am snooping around, and she is okay and they are laughing together. I finally found my frog a better water dish/swimming pool. He loves it. Yay! Should I get up out of the recliner for an Altoids? I probably will. When I feel like it. I am sorry I have not blogged in a while. It has been a crazy stormy week here, and the power went out for a while not to long ago. After this I am going to dress the dog up in a dress and push her in a stroller. Foof. That requires getting up. I don't want to. UGH!