the frog day of my life

My husband is a man of peculiar talents. He has a talent for identifying birds and spouting random facts about them. He has a talent for playing darts. He climbs things. But today, the one talent that shone above all others was his knack for making friends with stuffed animals. Somehow he manages to give them far more character and personality than one could ever imagine a plush object could have.

As I snuck out of bed this morning, I grabbed my frog (same as Jan's) and put him in Aaron's arms, kind of like Indiana Jones swapping a sack of sand for the relic on the booby-trapped pedestal. Just before I left for work, he wandered out of the bedroom with the frog tucked into the belt of his housecoat as if they'd always been inseparable best pals. As I hugged him goodbye, he somehow managed to get the frog hugging my shoulder without me noticing. Then the frog waved goodbye.

When I came home, I found my frog had climbed into the venetian blinds of our living room window and poked his head between them so as better to observe the outside world passing by. However, my first impression was distinctly that the frog was mooning me and anyone else who pleased to enter our apartment!

In conclusion, I love my frog and I love my husband, and most of all, I love to laugh at them both.