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Attack of the Killer Frogs or, the Talented Ms. Q

I almost killed a frog Friday night.

The past weekend was full of firsts for me. I am in my 37th year on this planet and I am still doing things for the first time. That's a good thing, n'est-ce pas?

The past week was a continual string of good news/bad news. Quite eventful. The month of May? More of the same. Here's a flavor of the week past. And more about that frog.

Monday: I barely remember Monday. The whole week was spent at el Jefe's house taking care of his dog. El Jefe and his wife live with their dog in a palatial home on a golf course far from civilization. It's like staying at the Ritz Carlton, except we don't have a staff there all the time (only part of the time). Plus we get paid to stay there and look after/keep the dog company. She is a very spoiled doggie!

Tuesday: Secretary's Day Lunch; I was catered, pampered, and showered with gifts. I got a new pet fish, which was part of my place setting. If you want to impress your lunch or dinner guests, simply put a fish in a bowl with orchids. It was really pretty. My bosses forgot about me though (not the first time).

Wednesday: Something happened which I can't really remember. But Mr. Q got a new top for his Jeep!!! Yay!

Thursday: I left work early to pick up TQ, go by the hospital to pick up copies of X-rays, and make a mad dash to her Dr. appointment for sprained ankle follow-up. Walked in the door of the office only to see the bewildered face of the receptionist. Apparently, our appointment was on Wednesday. I've never screwed up something like that before. My doctor's dad, also a physician happened to be there and agreed to see Jojo's ankle. Cast off, crutches gone! Yay. She's gimpy but mostly intact. When I left the office, I checked my notes. You see, I keep notes of my phone calls. I had written "per Sally, Dr. P, Thursday, 4/28 at 4:30 p.m." Twice. I remember that she seemed distracted so I ask her to repeat it. I think Sally is trying to sabotage my relationship with the one good doctor I have been able to find and keep. Down with Sally!

Friday: BBQ at work. I won the pitching contest and scored a gift card/free dinner at Dave & Buster's. Yay, me!

Later, friends came over to the Casa el Jefe with beer. We ate pizza and shouted at each other over the sound of the Very Loud Frogs. All week, we imagined the frogs were enormous based on the size of their croaks. It turns out they are really, really small. We saw some hanging out in the pool. I, being ultra clever, thought I could catch one. In doing so, the tiny froggy hopped out of my hand. Into the 102 degree hot tub. We scooped it out and somehow managed to fling it back into the 70 degree pool. It floated, totally motionless. I was horrified.

Mr. Q decided the compassionate thing to do was to retrieve the dead frog and give it a proper burial. As he was just about to ceremoniously place the frog's limp body into the hole he had lovingly prepared, he noticed a faint heartbeat. So, thinking I had only given it permanent brain-damage instead of murdering it outright, I briefly considered inserting a feeding tube. My husband, the humanitarian, determined the frog could be rehabilitated and put him in a small bowl with a bit of water and laid the bowl on its side near the waterfall.

Frogs have amazingly short rehabilitation times. He hopped away in no time. He is currently conspiring with all the other frogs and plotting his revenge against me for putting him through that ordeal. I am really afraid to go to sleep now.

There were other firsts that night, but this is a PG-rated blog, so I will spare you.

posted by Anita at 5:02 PM