Friday, July 15, 2011

"Toad"ally Terrifying

Story: Once upon a time, I went for an hour-long walk at 11:00 at night. Why? Because I was feeling immensely sorry for myself and stuck in the brattiest mood possible. And there's nothing you can do when you feel that way except one of two things: either bang pots and pans in a noisy pretence at cleaning up, or go on a nice long walk.

Nothing could shake me of this hormone-driven glumness. Not even the beautiful moon. Not even the fluffy night-clouds. Not even the cool night breeze. Not even the dark alleyways I frolicked through that I was positive had nasty things lurking on either side of the pathway.

Finally, I was walking up the driveway to my front door, and I saw a large toad on the side of the sidewalk. Before I could stop myself, I screamed and bolted into the house. A concerned-looking Papa rushed to the front door. I told him what happened and we both burst into a fit of laughter and merriment. (Although, in my defense, toads look a *lot* creepier in the dark. For cereals. Trust me on this one.)
Moral of the story: I feel much better now. That toad was just what I needed to snap me out of my Mood.
God's sense of humor is wickedly delicious.

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