It could only happen to me...

Ok, so as each day goes by this week I feel a little more alive, and feel a little more able to laugh at my stupiditity again.

This morning I was on the phone to my friend J. I was sitting up in bed with my laptop on my knees... somehow (and I don't quite know how), the laptop lid fell towards me and whacked me right in the forehead. Now I *try* not to swear around Jenny but fuck that hurt! Tonight I have a nice egg just above my right eyebrow. Such a fantastic look. After my volcabulary returned to normal programming, and I decided divorcing my laptop was not in my best interest, I found it hilarious. Only I could do something as stupid as that...

Also a random story for tonight, 'cos its not all about pretty sights and traveling.
About 8pm Jonathon walks in the TV Room... I hear a "Uhh Elise..." and take a deep breath... sentences starting with Uhh Elise never seem to end well in this house ;-) J informs me he found a frog... in the kitchen!! Me assuming its dead and that the cat brought it in told him to just take it out into the garden. He then informs me its alive, in his hands and he wants to keep it. Man, why did his mother have to be away on bussiness!! I don't like creepy, jumpy, slimey things!

So we found an old plastic fish tank thing, cleaned it out, put some water and a stone thing in it and wella, the frog aka baby toad has a home. He has been named 'Sir Croak Alot', though I haven't heard it croak at all yet! J went and caught it a worm to eat too.
I can't believe I was like him as a kid. I used to collect tadpoles, frogs, turtles, roosters, stick insects, everything... now the sight of any of that sends me running.

Please pray that Sir Croak Alot makes it through the night. J will be devestated if he doesn't.

Back to poking the egg on my head...