Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 27, 2016

I didn’t do it, you didn’t see me, you can’t prove nuthin’.

I have finished my meal, may I please be excused.?

I blame the amoles.

I have no excuse. I only stopped in because I heard the applause.

The big red rock eater, known as Sammy Hagar, was drinking his tequila with me. Knight takes queen for check…

I have reasons, criteria, extenuating circumstances, happenstance and the fortuitous whimsy of the universe, but I never, ever have an Excuse.

Binge-watching Dirk Gently.

It is very nicely done.

Excellent inside joke relating to Wilfred and career continuity for Wood.

Elijah, not Tiger. That would be Woods, plural.

There is probably a bit about the gulf between reality and what we perceive as reality, but I’d rather not get into that.

I didn’t read your wish list until the sale was over?

For thanking automated

Thankyou no period.. . .

Not that I don’t like the Gulf itself, nor the stream of consciousness flowing from it. It’s just that it is filthy, being full of cruise ship effluvia and sharks.

Well, ExcUUUSE me…

I ran out of gas. I… I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!

I followed my bliss.

Money. Or, the lack of, i should say.

I don’t need no excuse, I didn’t do nothin.

There is no excuse for me.

Interesting rabbit hole with that.

It involves Fritz Zwicky, Vera Rubin, Poisson Distribution as it pertains to movement of mass in large clusters and the Blue Oyster Cult song Vera Gemini. I think Vera Rubin was a Cancer, though I’m absolutely in no way certain what if any bearing that may have on anything.

Nope. Leo, on the cusp. Now I get to watch for the next tenuous yet unbreakable connection.

I need no florid fuchsia excuses. I am perfect.

Do you dare challenge me?

“They all looked so happy.”