I'm not a screamer, but I let out a whopper this morning!!!

As usual, I woke up waaaaay too early. I dragged myself into the shower, with eyes partially open, clutching the walls for support. I got into the shower and noticed something brown and possibly out of place. I didn't care. Where was my shampoo. I tried to see the thing again, but couldn't tell what it was. Without my glasses, I'm really blind. I squinted, but couldn't tell. It looked like an upside down small brown resin figure that might sit in a flower pot or something. I squinted again, but couldn't make it out. Where's the soap.

Finally, I thought, I have to see what that is. Did it fall from the ceiling or shower head? No, it's way too big, and nothing is brown here. Yaaaaawn!! What the heck is that brown thing? Eyes half closed, I reached for it. It was squishy and warm and it JUMPED out of my hand through my fingers, with one foot sticking to the side of my thumb as it went airborne!!! I SCREEEEEAMED!!!

Now, if you know me, you'll know that I'm a tomboy. Grew up playing with frogs, toads, tadpoles, turtles, anything that our Louisiana city provided. But I'm sorry. This was one of those Mexican tree frogs that I DETEST. They STICK and they STRETCH and they are NAS-TY!!! As soon as I let out my scream, though, I knew Mark would stumble out of bed thinking the worst, and I knew he has been having some rough MS days lately, so I quickly yelled, "I'm okay!! I'm okay!! Stay in bed!! It's just a frog!!" or something of that matter.

Somehow I finished my shower with the thing watching me and came out dripping, shivering, and clutching my towel, and frantically told him my story. He couldn't believe it. A frog?? How did it get in there? I got the camera, took a picture and proved it. Was he laughing? No. Was he? No. Better not be!!! Maybe later he can laugh, but not yet.

"Are you laughing???"
"No."

Better not be.