Friday night I visited Mr. Sombrero. He lives an hour away, and I had a feeling that with the impending storm, it’d be the only chance that I’d get to see him all weekend. We went out to dinner, and walked around town a bit. We found a park with a lake, and since it wasn’t too late, we decided to go for a stroll. We were almost all the way around the lake when something wet hit my foot, causing me to jump and yelp. It felt kind of like a wet dog’s nose — but I quickly realized that it was actually a large frog. I guess I had crossed its path exactly at the wrong time, resulting in a damp and forceful collision. The frog hardly seemed to notice, and continued hopping on its way to the lake. With a quick splash it was gone.
I’ve been toying with the idea of returning to the land of vegetarianism lately. A week or so ago I ate a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup (there’s dairy in the chocolate) and was quickly stricken with a rather oppressive migraine. At dinner with Mr. Sombrero that night, I tried a tiny morsel of his meal (which contained honey) and about an hour later I was attacked by a large frog. Coincidence? I think not.
Clearly the universe wants me to maintain my vegan lifestyle. Or am I just being ridiculous?
I miss pizza.