After what feels like 40 years of drought, I awoke to rain this morning. Praise God from whom all blessings run down the rain gutter.
With Jensen suffering from Atopic Dermatitis, the dry conditions of late have been making him miserable. And it was a wonderful relief to have him sleep through the night last night.
I feel almost human again. A few more nights like that, and my sunny disposition might even make a guest appearance.
But, as my so-called-friends have reminded me, with the rain, so cometh the frogs.
I’m happy to report that I haven’t seen a single frog since January, when I inadvertently invited one into my home.
I know you miss my frog stories, so I’ll go ahead and share.
Some time around mid-January, I thought I’d take down my pretty red velveteen Christmas ribbons from the front of the house. They would have been a lovely addition to the house for Valentines Day in February, but I didn’t want the neighbors to be envious of my decorating expertise.
I shook the ribbons out to rid them of dead bug carcass and came back into the house. Jensen and I were enjoying some alone time.
When I got to the dining room, a frog leapt out of the ribbon, clung to my shirt, and then dropped onto the cheap linoleum.
I couldn’t even scream. Or breathe.
Jensen just stood there watching me.
He is best entertained when I freak out. And by the twinkle in his eye, I knew he was hoping for a full blown broadway style show.
I was determined NOT to give him the pleasure.
I crouched down and tried to steer the hapless frog toward the sliding glass door. The frog jumped onto a kitchen chair. And sat there, blinking at me.
Much to Jensen’s delight.
I opened the back door and did what any reasonable woman would do.
I threw the chair with the frog still attached out into the backyard. Then closed and bolted the door. And drew the curtains. Good riddance.
When the rest of the family arrived back home, the inevitable question was posed, “Um, Mom, why is the kitchen chair out in the back yard?”
“It needed a little air.”
And that chair was not allowed back into the house until Fiddledaddy could inspect it thoroughly. We really didn’t miss it for the first few days.
And with that, I would now like to share with you a little video that my bloggy compadre, Veronica, sent me a while back.
This absolutely made my day. I hope it will yours.