Eenie, meenie, miney...

...Oh, heck, I'll go with Moe!  Moe, the Green Frog, that is.

I had a nice walk around a fish hatchery/park that usually yields lots of interesting things.  Today, it was all about the Green Frogs who were busy screaming and leaping into the water with every step I took.  Honestly, it was a little over the top, what with all the screaming.  This big old bruiser though...no screaming for him. Nope, he just engaged in a stare-down with my lens.  King of the Muck - Moe.

Stopped in for a visit with MIL which was, as always, enjoyable and entertaining.  She's still on a one-woman man-hunt.  And, she'd prefer a young one.  Don't ask.

Three monarchs emerged today.  Released for a fellow blipper's father, who passed away at the very young age of 54; for the patient of a nurse-friend who passed away yesterday; and for a young woman who slipped quietly away this morning after having life support discontinued.  I have six more butterflies left now.  One is promised; five are still available to fly for someone you love who is gone.  

Hubs has what appears to be a Man-cold.  Being a woman, I can't even really come close to comprehending the severity of a Man-cold - no woman can.  Sigh.  Meanwhile, my besties are headed this way for a weekend of fun - can't wait!

Later, people.

xo
Debbi