fishies go pOokpOok, but Frogs go rrrrribbit.
anyways. getting to my point…
Everyone, meet Frog.
Frog, meet Everyone.
Frog and his brother (I don’t know this for sure, just thought they look quite alike), Frog Spawn, live in my garden.
for three nights now, i’ve been sitting in the garden, spying on Frog and Frog Spawn.
(yes, i am relatively free. and yes, i need to get a life. ANYWAY..)
every night, Frog sits in front of this particular flower pot, just staring into space.
Frog Spawn, on the other hand, prefers to sit behind a spade.
he also enjoys staring into space.
lest the picture deceives you, i must point out that Frog and Frog Spawn are actually Very Small.
in fact, they are about the size of a lump of dog crap.
IN FACT, i once tried to scoop Frog up with the Pooper Scooper.
until i realised…
waitaminute….since when does crap have EYES?
which makes me wonder…
what does frog crap look like?
Listening: You Give Me Something; James Morrison
Watching: Wild Hogs.
it’s fun to watch movies in empty cinemas. that way you can laugh all you want and snort piggishly and no one’s there to hear you. yes, that was me.
OOh…and guess what? i went to pick up my shoes and decided i didn’t really like them and i found another pair which i like even more, so i got those!wheeee…
okay. must lay off the sugar.
hyperglycaemia is Very Bad Indeed.