Hello all.

I must confess that I married a moron.

Five minutes ago I stood next to my husband, who had just sat down outside to take a shoe off. As we were talking, he looked inside his shoe - his shoe that had just been on his foot - and we both noticed a small frog.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. My husband had been wearing a shoe with a frog in it. For at least 10 minutes.

Attention ASPCA: The frog was alive and well, and hopped out and off to a new adventure elsewhere.

(And yes, my brilliant husband had left his tennis shoes outside overnight. I don’t have frogs in my house.)

::sigh::
michelle