…How to ribbit this week
Frog gotten on June 15, 2025.
I think I forgot how to ribbit this week.
I think I forgot where I left my pen and paper this week. Then I found it. But then I forgot where my computer was. Then I found it, too. Then I tripped over a particularly long strand of vermicelli and went eyebrows-first down my stairs. Then I forgot my own name.
Cartoon birdies circling my head (like something out of a cartoon), lying at the bottom of the stairs, I may have forgotten my own name but I did not forget about Hitler again! Then one of the birdies pecked me in the forehead.
Becasue slapped me again when I called her Nurdlebutt again. So, I stopped again. Then I forgot to stop but got reminded again, so I stopped again. Instead of meowing… I ribbitted. A lot. Becasue didn’t mind that.
I found my corneas behind the defrigerator—where they landed when Nurdlebutt had tried to scratch my eyes out. I put them back in. But I forgot which pair of eyes they belonged to, and that’s how I ended up at the ER for an emergency nostril cleaning.
Then I forgot about all of this until my big little redheaded 5½-foot-tall girl–chipmunk reminded me I was a professional blogger. She sat me down in front of my blog. I read it in full—to remember!—and then tried to forget it all. I failed.
Then I remembered, this forgettying was what I did last week! So, I stopped.