"I had a frog on my ass...

at 6 o'clock in the morning." So said my cousin's longtime girlfriend D. when she dropped in to see me this evening. D. said she was on the throne this morning when she heard a "plop" in the water (which she didn't initiate!). She stood up and saw a frog and despite vigorus attempts to flush said frog, the frog (in his attempt at self-preservation), attached himself firmly to her rear with his little suction-cup thingies. Naturally, this sent her (as it would any other red-blooded female) running and screaming into the master bedroom. The situation culminated in my cousin M. donning a pair of rubber gloves to remove the offending amphibian from D's butt. I didn't get why the rubber gloves were deemed necessary. But D. said it was a rather large frog, maybe larger frogs require more drastic measures.

Anyway, when someone tells you "I had a frog on my ass at 6 o'clock in the morning." you have to blog it. Gotta.