Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 21, 2021

Well, I’ve read today’s FA, Wooooo! That’s enough for one day, don’t want to over-do it.

The screwy sensation all across the nation.

I have been screwed beforeBut always looking for more.

Screw up, in, and out.In some way, more or less but Not in an automatically so to say.

This a fishtail?

…the little known Jedi knight, George, was full of such witticisms…

..my favorite is, if it’s free- take two…

…so, I asked him,“If the sign says, ‘,Free- take one,’ is it stealing to take two?”…

…George replied, " “Once there was a boyWho woke up with blue hairTo him it was a joyUntil he ran out into the warm airHe thought of how his friends would come to seeAnd would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?,”…

…“What?” I asked…

…“The Crash Test Dummies are never wrong,” …

…“Never mind,” I countered, " I’ll just ask Jar Jar."…

Sometimes the little wins are all we get.

The small goal I am focusing on:

leaving wittier comments on Frog Applause.

Two tiny triumphs:

Cutting down on my use of exclamation marks!!!!

Limiting the number of times I check Frog Blog for updates per day. (Is 25 times an obsession?!!)

Reading Frog Applause and visiting Frog Blog is like eating potato chips. You can’t just eat (read/visit) once. I’ve been known to eat the whole bag. The family size, too.

On another note, great entries in the blog; the “Adele” video always gets the waterworks going for me as I resonate with the joy her impersonators must have felt at being able to meet their idol.

There was something fishy about how he got his tiny triumphs, but nobody could put it together.

Sometimes in life we fishtail and sometimes we’re on a straight and narrow path. It’s when you join a school of fishy friends, is when the challenges begin and the competitiveness swishes back and forth, its, when you realize you’re so hooked on this path and your world becomes a mass of bubbles to swim through. There are many half baked ways to achieve your goals but fully believing you can do it is half the battle and then you can approach the FIN- nish line!

Like getting the scales out of our clothes on Laundry Day.

Wow, it’s like Ms. T is speaking directly to me!

I had a neighbor with a chocolate Lab, and it barked! But I don’t think they named it El Perro.

I made toast!

I think she’s trying to milk the wrong end on this fish.

Woke up, fell out of bed,

Dragged a comb across my head …!

CaFfEINe !!!

I’m all for celebrating tiny Triumphs. I always wanted a TR6; a ’69 British green, top down, wind blowing in my hair. But there are so many other tinys too. 1954 356A? Yes please. Silver cabriolet. Austin Healy, the Opal, and who can forget the Goggomobil Dart? And so many imitators since- the MR2, the Miata, and even the little Fiero was a fun car. For truly tiny, the Mini Cooper may be the win, though.

I’ll never forget the first time I rode in a Mini. Many moons ago when I was footloose and fancy-free, making my way hitchhiking around the world, I was thumbing it up the coast of Northern New Zealand to the tip of Cape Reinga to see the Tasmanian Sea colliding with the Pacific Ocean. There were three of us corn fed big ole bloody yanks standing on the side of the rode with all of our gear. We often hitchhiked separately because it was harder to get a ride with all three of us together, but on this occasion we had three thumbs out. We had been waiting quite awhile on this early morning after striking camp, as traffic was sparse this far north. We were about to split up to increase our chances when a tennis shoe on wheels pulls over. We all burst out laughing at the shear absurdity of size. We all joked that these Kiwi’s had a great sense of humor, and walked over to the drivers window to thank him for the good laugh and great humor to start the day. He, however was not laughing. He was quite serious and offered us a ride (all three of us!) to where ever we were going. We didn’t believe him. There was no way three burly guys with three huge backpacks were going to fit in there. That was the day I learned of the miracle of the clown car. Not only did we all fit, with all our gear, but we had room to spare and plenty of leg room as well. We were gobsmacked. Ringling Brothers eat your heart out.

I made it to the bathroom in time.

I just keyed in my phone passcode correctly.

I goal every day is making sure I have enough time to comment here and on a few other comics.

I put my pants on before leaving home!

I have a bowl of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes every morning before getting ready for work.

Fish-faced man-creature!

That would be a small triumph, though perhaps not in the sense advocated here.

Think small is what keeps me coming back day after day….

Gone fission.

this is the best, most understandable “frog applause” in a while ;+)

Day 2. Something fishy is going on here….