This reminds me of when I was a boy and this time of the year we would go to the creek behind our house. The creekside was literally hopping with baby toads. The ground would jump and you could not take a step without murdering innocent toads. It was a little gross especially in flip flops which were the usual footwear.
P.S. I keep wondering... Is posting comments on a blog count as writing letters to those in foreign lands. Like how many comments equals a letter. Obviously, we do a little (not much) better posting comments then we do with sending letters.
well as another whatever in a foreign land or whatever- Yes! Posting comments does count... because you see, my blog posts are also my letters to you, although, of course, I don't know this particular extremist...or whoever...
Extrem4 you forgot to mention the cousin frog farm across the street. Then picking on innocent little cousins by putting frogs down their bathing suits. No wonder some people have frog phobias.
There's little dots on my map from lots of far away places, so I'm curious...who are you? How did you find me? Do you keep coming back? and what do YOU think?
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This reminds me of when I was a boy and this time of the year we would go to the creek behind our house. The creekside was literally hopping with baby toads. The ground would jump and you could not take a step without murdering innocent toads. It was a little gross especially in flip flops which were the usual footwear.
P.S. I keep wondering... Is posting comments on a blog count as writing letters to those in foreign lands. Like how many comments equals a letter. Obviously, we do a little (not much) better posting comments then we do with sending letters.
I sure do enjoy reading your comments while I am in foreign lands!
well as another whatever in a foreign land or whatever- Yes! Posting comments does count... because you see, my blog posts are also my letters to you, although, of course, I don't know this particular extremist...or whoever...
Extrem4 you forgot to mention the cousin frog farm across the street. Then picking on innocent little cousins by putting frogs down their bathing suits. No wonder some people have frog phobias.
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