I have an admirer – or a stalker. I haven’t yet decided.
He’s seen me naked in the shower,
seen parts of me that will remain nameless,
and has woken me up with a thump.
Apparently it really isn’t easy being green.
People say I should kiss him, and see if he turns into a prince. But I already have my prince. Don’t need another.
I took extreme measures the other night, when yet again, Aston alerted me to the fact that Kermit was breast stroking in my toilet. I wet my hands, and picked him out of the toilet (yeh, I know, revolting. Don’t worry, I disinfected my hands afterwards!) and, instead of putting him outside my bedroom into the back yard, which is what I have done in the past, I re-located him to a tree (he IS a tree frog after all!!) in the front yard. Less than half an hour later we found him, outside my bedroom sliding door. In the back yard.
So, yeh, maybe I have decided. He’s a stalker. A green stalker.