Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 10, 2023

I’ll just collect it all, spin it into rancor-d, and knit it into pest-repellent enmitee-shirts.

…that’s what my bruise keeps telling me…

… I don’t hate you…

…I just have a problem with editors in general…

…of course you’re not going anywhere…

…you’re under house arrest…

…but you’re trending…

…I’ve seen ghosts before…

…though some people tell me they were angels…

…beings in somewhat human form, but made of light…

…once when I was a very young child…

…another time when I was in college, but at home for some reason…

…lame?…

…you be the judge…

Stay! Stay! Good cartoonist!

Being the center of a hate system means more than just fusing hydrogen.

Okay, okay, little Miss I-Want-All-the-Attention. But just remember, you brought it on yourself.

Smoke Stack Sally and her Tally Wally, gave up cigs but as the story goes, she stacks the deck on my ship of fools.

That sounds eerily like something one of my ex-wives used to say.

Good!

Elma was always an ornery critter! Since she was a baby, she hated anyone who picked her up and wouldn’t play with the other kids. She’d rather play alone, in her fairytale dreamland and would talk to invisible friends all day long! She became more and more of a recluse, the older she got. The tutor gave up and never came back. Her family didn’t have the heart to put her “away” so they kept her in the attic, away from other humans! One day she was gazing out the window and saw a beautiful butterfly land on the window sill and she somehow snapped out of her dazed world and came alive, came downstairs and began talking about all the places she had gone in her fairytale world. Her family was so shocked and amazed at the transformation…like someone flipped a switch..they encouraged her to finish her education and she excelled in writing…. her first essay was about the beautiful butterfly that had awakened her to the world.

We’ve got tonight

Who needs tommorow

Let’s make it last

Let’s find a way

Turn out the lights yeah

Come take my hand now

We’ve got tonight babe

Why don’t we stay

We’ve got tonight babe why don’t we stay

Songwriter: Bob Seger.

This reminds me of the 1st law of emotion …!

( possibly a little 3rd as well )

Thanks for the helpful tip.

Ok. You’ll make a great coat rack.

So stay, if that is your wish. But do not complain that I am staring at you. You are, visually speaking, the be-all and sum of our lame day’s worth of Froggle Plause. —And (bonus points) not all that bad-looking, as it happens….