What do you do when you see four eyes staring up at you (from your fish pond) where there used to be just two?
First you argue about what you are seeing.
Then you hit the web and google.
The short argument:
Me: look at this, these frogs are mating.
Julie: No they're not, that’s too small to be a mature male. That's a Mommy with her baby on her back.
Me: (eyes rolled back in head) Mommy frogs don't take care of …oh, never mind.
The google results:
First I found out that the large frog was a pig frog.
Then I found this… (click here) …It seems to be a popular sport.
What's your mismatched story?
I miss hearing from you. How are you doing. You I mean, if you know what I mean.
Posted by: Philip | June 14, 2005 at 12:59 PM
I wore miss matched socks, does that count? Or was you talking bout another kinda miss match, like the one where Tyson got knocked down. Tyson says his heart was not in it, which is good, because it woulda got squashed!
Posted by: Rockchild | June 15, 2005 at 09:36 AM