A couple of weeks ago, Chad drove Paul Baxter and Dr. Jack and Betty Sue Dillard (a precious 85-year-old couple in our church family whose life is perfectly run with military precision and whose yard looks like its been featured in Better Homes and Gardens) to Hot Springs for an Emmaus event. It was only AFTER they returned home that I realized he took them in OUR car. Mind you, this is the same car that is filled with enough grit to grow a field crop and showcases an impressive array of petrified French fries. Anyhoo, while on the trip, Chad says he felt something jump from one of his legs to the other. He tried to grab it while Mrs Betty Sue frantically yelled Pull over! Just pull over! So, during the requested roadside inspection, they spotted a frog. Really?!? How this is even possible Ill never understand, but none of them could catch the elusive creature which was likely living large off of the copious amount of food that falls out of my kids mouths. And so, life got busy and we forgot about it... until today. Today, there is a smell so disturbingly hideous that I seriously considered walking the three miles to church this morning. Have I mentioned its hideous? Public service announcement... dead frogs smell a lot like sweaty feet. Or a football locker room. Or really expensive cheese. Oh and I need a new vehicle. Who wants to trade?
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 03:03:40 +0000
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