have you ever heard about how you can put a frog in a pot of water and keep increasing the temperature little bit by little bit and he won’t jump out (or she won’t jump out depending on whether your frog is a he or a she and does that really matter?) seems that the little froggie keeps getting used to the new temperature and finally he (or she) ends up in a pot of boiled frog...
eeeewwwww.
did i mention not to read this blog post while eating?
hmmm, wonder what i am cooking for dinner tonight? it is crock pot night....
anyway, this whole thing reminds me of adam and i and our old mattress. seems that neither one of us was noticing that it was SOOOOO bad and that we were getting more exhausted by the day (and month and year) and it was harder and harder to get a good night’s sleep or to even remember what a good night’s sleep was. we thought it was the 40’s finally hitting us and hitting us HARD WITH A BASEBALL BAT OVER AND OVER AND OVER and in reality we were in a big pot of bad old mattress...
ribbet....
but now i recall what a good night’s sleep really is because PRAISE THE LORD (and the simmons mattress company), i have had a good night’s sleep for three night! and i am a new woman... i am so so so hoppy.... and i bet you are green with envy...
i have jumped out of the boiling pot...
and perhaps into the frying pan.
but that is another metaphor.
and i don’t like to mix metaphors.
unless i mix them with chocolate and bake at 350 for 30 minutes.
ok, back to planning dinner for tonight. frogmore stew perhaps... which doesn’t contain frogs but is DELICIOUS...
