Bear with me if I seem a bit off my game this morning. The toilet was on the fritz this morning, but we were lucky to get Mr. Rooter and he has just left, having fixed the thing. I mean, really, if your toilet won’t work, you might as well be living under socialism.
Peep the Cat threw up all over the place.
And we have to take Patty’s car to the shop.
And buy our weekend’s supply of groceries.
So why the picture of the scowling frog? Ah, well, it was just too good to pass up.