The Blonde Leading the Blind

SpiderHusband surprised me Sunday with this sparkly frog box before dropping me off at the Indianapolis airport for my business trip to Sarasota.

I am not a frog collector, and neither is my Aunt Donna.  But, that didn’t stop her older brother, my Dad, from buying her countless frogs in their younger days.  It seems he somehow got the impression that she had a thing for amphibians, so birthdays, Christmas, you name it, frogs were his gifts of choice.

So, frogs have sort of become an inside family joke, especially since my Dad passed away several years ago.  Every now and then, I’ll see a frog that catches my eye and makes me giggle thinking about him.

I spotted this one while waiting to be seated at Cracker Barrel for breakfast, but decided I was too cheap to shell out the $20 listed on the price tag.  In a rare instance of reckless abandon, my ordinarily very economical SpiderHusband indulged and managed to snag the final frog on the shelf before leaving.

What a prince.