I don't why she does this. Mom keeps buying me things. Two weeks ago it was a clump of three mushrooms, all different heights, made of ceramic. She set them up in my Penthouse.
Two nights ago she came home with a big smile on her face and "Dorky Fred." Dorky Fred is my size, my general shape only he's green. His eyes are on top of his head where they should be and he's sitting up on his bum. He has a big round belly, one hand raised to his bottom lip. He also has an incredibly dorky smile on his face. And, he only has one spot on his back. No self-respecting Toad, or Frog for that matter runs around with only spot on his back. It just isn't done. Mom held me in one hand, Fred in the other and introduced us. Hmmm . . . . . . . . he's ceramic. He had nothing to say and neither did I. Then Mom put us both in my Penthouse and said, "Let's see what Buntah does." Well, Buntah, didn't do anything. What am I supposed to do with a ceramic frog?
"Who's that?" Ginger wanted to know. "That's Fred," I told her, "Mom named him that."
"He looks like a dork," that was Ginger's official and unsolicited opinion. And you know what? He does. So now his name is "Dorky Fred." I asked Ginger why Mom does these things. She said it was a "love thang."
"Then LOVE is weird."
"Yep." And she walked away smiling to herself.
Two nights ago she came home with a big smile on her face and "Dorky Fred." Dorky Fred is my size, my general shape only he's green. His eyes are on top of his head where they should be and he's sitting up on his bum. He has a big round belly, one hand raised to his bottom lip. He also has an incredibly dorky smile on his face. And, he only has one spot on his back. No self-respecting Toad, or Frog for that matter runs around with only spot on his back. It just isn't done. Mom held me in one hand, Fred in the other and introduced us. Hmmm . . . . . . . . he's ceramic. He had nothing to say and neither did I. Then Mom put us both in my Penthouse and said, "Let's see what Buntah does." Well, Buntah, didn't do anything. What am I supposed to do with a ceramic frog?
"Who's that?" Ginger wanted to know. "That's Fred," I told her, "Mom named him that."
"He looks like a dork," that was Ginger's official and unsolicited opinion. And you know what? He does. So now his name is "Dorky Fred." I asked Ginger why Mom does these things. She said it was a "love thang."
"Then LOVE is weird."
"Yep." And she walked away smiling to herself.