You know it's going to be a bad day when you get up and brush your teeth and there's a tune running around in your head. And after a while, you realize what the lyrics are: "The silicone switch inside her head/gets switched to overload..." *sigh*

Not normally the most ominous of portents, but the frog's dead. Not my frog, of course, the healthy green bastard who sounds like an enraged duck. The one I got for my husband for x-mas. There was no doubt about the dead-ness, either. I just didn't know that anything could decompose that far in in less than 9 hours. The conundrum, of course, is whether to get another frog or wait and see if mine dies and give up on amphibians as being too complex to care for. The fish are alive, the snakes are just fine, and the irascible old gecko's just gecking along. Anything else is doomed. Don't even ask me about mammals. I consider the entire mammal discussion to be not worthy of consideration. Stupid mammals and their dying for no good reason.

Right. That's it. I'm going to find something stupid and watch it and no, I don't mean the neighbors.

Currently Reading: A Dead Man in Deptford

Recommend: fake pets.

Stories out: 2