I Speak With the Tongue of a Thousand White-Hot Lies!

We're being invaded by frogs!

First there was the one that leapt past me and onto the hood of my car, in the garage, when I came home from work. It rode partway through the house on Scott's shoulder, then decided to tour the living and bedrooms before we caught it and released it outside. I have never sen a frog so sproingy in my life.

Then there was another one that we tracked through the kitchen. Another one in our bedroom. And yet another one last night.

Today there have been two. One was peeking at us from a crack in the wall, the other was climbing up our closet door.

Not to mention anytime we open the sliding glass door, there's a veritable shower of frogs onto the back pad.

I have been much better, since the advent of the child, at not screaming in schoolgirlish terror every time I see a frog, but this is really testing my limits.

It's the storm that won't die!

Seriously, we've been getting rain and wind from this thing since Monday. The wind's not too terrible, and the rain isn't as bad for us as for other places, but today part of the street was under water. And we just got through with another rain squall.

The frogs are cheeping, cheeping ... the eternal cheep of the damnable amphibians, plotting and scheming ...