Sitting on my Toadstool

So, last night I got up to use the bathroom. In usual courtesy, I didn't turn the light on as not to wake the sleeping prince in my bedroom. I stumble in delerium over to the throne and as i sit down, I immediately jump up and scream! I felt something slimy on my rear and to my disgust I flipped on the light to see the most hideous looking white frog sitting on the rim. I then performed the necessary "I just sat my bare buns on a frog" tribal dance as Bobby rushed to my rescue. The look on his face said "this had better be serious". And IT WAS thank you very much.

He then captured the intruder and put him out on the front porch. I went back to bed with my heart racing and disgusted. How do these shenanigans always happen to me? Then I realized I never went pee, so I cautiously retreated back to the toilet. As I sat there, I remembered this blog! How fantastic. On the first day I started a blog, this perfect story happened. I have never sat on a frog with my bare buns before and just 2 days ago, it would have all been for naught, but not now thanks to my shiny new blog, baby, I'm in business. If I were a true blogger, I would have snapped a pic before even pulling up my pants, but until then, stock photography exists.

Moral of the story, always always look before you squat. And, always scream loud enough to wake up your husband so he will have compassion on you and remove the disgusting toad.