It’s freaking hot out there.
It’s enough to lose one’s sanity. Or their ticket-writing machine.
Perhaps the heat is the reason that it is quite possible that a frog is in my shoe at This Very Moment.
It’s true. For the past few months, I’ve been finding a frog in my gardening shoes, which I keep outside on the porch. I’ve gotten so used to his presence in the smelly leather uppers that I now shake the shoe before attempting to plant my foot in it.
Because, the first time I found him there, I did not. I got my foot halfway in there and the panicked frog panicked me, I dropped the shoe, he hopped out, and hilarity ensued.
So here’s some photos of my froggy friend. What should I name him?
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How hot is it? (Oh, wait, I thought we were doing that comedy routine.)
Anyway, I’d like to name him Kermit. However, he looks sadder than Kermit the Frog.
If I accidentally get him with the Weed Eater, I can call him the Legless Wonder.
Or maybe Squish. Squish is good. Of course, I’d have to step on him first.
Just kidding. I’m kind to all frogs. Unless they get in my way.
Speaking of gardening shoes, perhaps I should get you some Crocs. Pink, perhaps?
Just when I thought I had blocked that from my memory. Ugh.
You’re blogging! Yay. Is someone paying you??
Those shoes are pretty clean for gardening shoes.
That is one cute little froggy. Hopefully the weed wacker
lady won’t butcher him!! 😉