The other night, as I was walking to momtastic's place, there was a frog on the sidewalk in front of me. I momentarily froze (more like a disturbance in my gait than an actual stopping dead in my tracks), and it took all my willpower to force myself to walk past the little, hopping frog. As it turns out, I am afraid of frogs. This isn't a huge shock, as I'm pretty much afraid of everything. I don't know what exactly I thought the frog might do to me. They don't have fangs or claws or anything; they're just kind of gross. Anyway, I offer this anecdote for three reasons:
1.) I haven't posted in a while, and it was time.
B.) I have this odd compulsion to alert the masses to my jackassedness.
III.) If I am now or have ever been afraid of you, take heart! You may be as harmless and unassuming as the average frog.
Thank you for your time. This has been another deep thought by cynthtastic.