Looks like I didn’t care enough to get a post out last night after hanging out with my friend(s), meaning the daily (as in, workday) blog streak has ended. Oh, well.
To make up for it, I’ve posted twice today. So there.
So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Since at least June 27, when I found my friend the frog hiding in my shoe again, on the first workday morning of my vacation. That morning, I shook my shoe as I always do, in case there’s something cold blooded in it. Then I felt the frog, and I grabbed my camera and snapped the following shots …
And then, on July 10, as I was preparing to mow the lawn early in the morning before it got too hot, I found the frog in my shoe again. So I grabbed my good camera and captured the following …
Today is Wednesday. Two more work days until my vacation!
I’ll bide most of my time at home, doing nothing in particular but I’ll also be going to San Antonio and maybe other scenic places in the lone star state.
Leah + Josh – the newly weds – were in New Braunfels yesterday (we got out that way last year), I gave ’em a ring to check in. She said she saw some of the photos posted here on BrandonMoeller.com, and since she didn’t say otherwise, I’m gonna have to assume she liked them.
Nope. Still not gonna write about the transmission fail. Not today. Not yet.
I got published yesterday. Yeah, it’s still exciting.
Maybe I’ll buy / plant some flowers on my vacation next week. The Lazy Gardener suggests these sun-resistant favorites.
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?