Last night, I was happily typing away on my computer. From the kitchen, Fiddledaddy nonchalantly says, “If you should ever be driving, and a large toad were to climb up your leg, you could remain calm and not freak out and crash killing yourself and all of our children, right?”
My fingers froze on the keyboard.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, a little while ago when I was getting out of the van, there was a rather large toad, not the cute little tree frogs that you’re obsessed with, but a big warty TOAD, that was by the driver’s door. When I went to shoo him away with my foot, he may have jumped up into the van. And I can’t find him.”
One of two things may happen today, people.
A) You may be reading about me in the news.
B) We may be spending the day at the car dealership, looking for a replacement for the mommy mobile.
Okay, three things.
3) I’m never leaving the house again. You’ll be hearing much more from me.