I told Wifey I was sharing her collection of strange Christmas ornaments, with you. She was kind enough to remind me, they all relate to our family history.
On that note, allow me to say, I hate frogs. I had a traumatic experience as a youth, involving a frog, a bully and an unspeakable froggy excretion. (I hope that was ambiguous enough for you).
To honor that event, in the finest holiday tradition, Wifey got this…
I have no problem with snakes, spiders or mice.
But frogs are slimy and can jump. And they can smell my fear. OK, I made that last bit up.
Anyway, I know she loves me. The Christmas stocking she got me attests to that.
I’ll show it to you soon.
