Monday - Talking Frogs
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ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was thinking about talking frogs and how glad I'm not one, and how I hope that Jeff is glad that I'm not one, either.
It's a long story.
I once heard a joke that I came home and shared with my husband:
Two older men were walking through the woods one day when a frog hopped up to them and stood in their path.
"Please help me!" said the frog. "I am actually a beautiful woman who has been enchanted and turned into a frog. If one of you gentlemen will kiss me, I will turn back into a beautiful woman. To repay you, I will fulfill your every desire, no matter how depraved or perverse."
One of the old men reached down and picked up the frog. He looked at it closely, smiled, and put the frog in his coat pocket.
The other old man asked him, "Aren't you going to kiss it and turn it into a beautiful woman?"
"Nah," said the first old man. "At one time, I would have. But at this point in my life, I think it's just more interesting to have a talking frog."
I thought this joke was moderately funny, but Jeff laughed until tears rolled down his face. "It's true," he said, "you reach a certain age and a talking frog is much more interesting. The woman would just be too much work."
My husband is 10 years older than I am. I am in my 30's, and am in what literature tells me is my "sexual peak." Jeff is in his 40's, and apparently reaching the "talking frog" stage of his life. This is distressing to me. Desperate Housewives has given me ideas, but Jeff says we can't afford to hire a 17-year-old boy to mow our lawn. Damn.
When I'm pestering him for action and he says that he's tired, I will ask him, "You're wishing I was a talking frog, aren't you?" He says no, but sometimes he hesitates before he does.
This morning, before I left for work, he showed me that he appreciates that I'm not a talking frog. As a result, I expect to be in a good mood for the rest of the day.
It's a long story.
I once heard a joke that I came home and shared with my husband:
Two older men were walking through the woods one day when a frog hopped up to them and stood in their path.
"Please help me!" said the frog. "I am actually a beautiful woman who has been enchanted and turned into a frog. If one of you gentlemen will kiss me, I will turn back into a beautiful woman. To repay you, I will fulfill your every desire, no matter how depraved or perverse."
One of the old men reached down and picked up the frog. He looked at it closely, smiled, and put the frog in his coat pocket.
The other old man asked him, "Aren't you going to kiss it and turn it into a beautiful woman?"
"Nah," said the first old man. "At one time, I would have. But at this point in my life, I think it's just more interesting to have a talking frog."
I thought this joke was moderately funny, but Jeff laughed until tears rolled down his face. "It's true," he said, "you reach a certain age and a talking frog is much more interesting. The woman would just be too much work."
My husband is 10 years older than I am. I am in my 30's, and am in what literature tells me is my "sexual peak." Jeff is in his 40's, and apparently reaching the "talking frog" stage of his life. This is distressing to me. Desperate Housewives has given me ideas, but Jeff says we can't afford to hire a 17-year-old boy to mow our lawn. Damn.
When I'm pestering him for action and he says that he's tired, I will ask him, "You're wishing I was a talking frog, aren't you?" He says no, but sometimes he hesitates before he does.
This morning, before I left for work, he showed me that he appreciates that I'm not a talking frog. As a result, I expect to be in a good mood for the rest of the day.
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