Last night, after we finished watching CSI here at our house, Helena left to walk back over to her place. No sooner had the door shut than I heard it open again and Helena rushed into the bathroom where I was folding laundry.
“There’s a frog out here!” she exclaimed. “Come look at it!”
Not wanting to miss it, Tage and I hurried out to the porch to find this little guy was sitting up against one corner of the house:
Oh poor froggy! He probably thought the sky was on fire! LOL! Remind me to show you, sometime, the photo I snapped of a tiny frog on a matchbox car. Cool Convertible Froggy.
Btw, have you been getting my emails? I know we are both lazy about answering, but I worried since the one yesterday was a birthday email and I didn’t want you to think I had forgotten you!