Possibly the most boring post...eva...

If the title didn't send you running off screaming while pulling your hair out...I heart you for caring enough to read about what I consider something very boring. However, there IS a riveting reptile story at the end. Wait...is a frog a reptile? I dunno. Ok, there's a riveting FROG story at the end.

So I finally replaced my camera. Yea for me! It's little & cute & blue & it even as a "blogger picture size" setting. Be still my heart.

I came home today to check it out. Don't get me wrong, my Blackberry's been good to me the past couple of months. But it's just not the same as a real life, actual schmactual camera. And I just walked around the yard & took pics of the babies.

And some of my flowers.

And one to show you how Sparky follows me wherever I go.

Here's the riveting story:

There's been a frog camped out near the fountain. He's burrowed himself (I shouldn't gender discriminate...maybe it's a she...). Its burrowed itself a hole in my mulch.

As I was walking around the yard taking pics of inane objects (not paying attention like Brad always scolds me), I walked over it unknowingly & it jumped up on my legs & I fuh-reaked out & starting screaming...and cussing...(sorry, mom & Marcia...).
But since my loyal steeds were right on my heels, they saw the frog. And they were stalking it. And I kid you NOT, seconds after I took the pic above, they pounced & it jumped under the deck. And they were on the attack. During the commotion, I even yelled, "Kill it, kitties!" Please don't judge me...or call PETA. And I haven't seen it since...

Relaxing after a hard day protecting their mommy. Ya gotta love 'em.