It Pays to Have Veterinarians as Good Friends Because They Introduce Me to New Worlds & Insight I Might Never Know

Ladies and Gentlemen, and all variations in-between and beyond, I am now cognizant of the Association of Reptile and Amphibian Veterinarians. I officially have a pin, which will likely look nice on my lapel next to my Universal Life Church pin for marrying couples wished to join forces. Patrick said, "It is my job to get you as much Frog paraphernalia as I can." 

The pin is a step in the right direction. 

So glad he thinks of me while at professional conferences. Just look at that pin...I feel so official.

Of course, all the frogs in my house are ceramic, stuffed, plastic, clothed, photograph and/or painted. It's not necessarily a creature that actually hops and lick-lashes flies. Funny, too, because he was one of the recipients for the toilet fishing game I spent money on last week. What comes around goes around. I love good karma.

I'm awaking this morning to another Monday, MLK Convocation week, a series of tremendous events, and an amazing amount of responsibility to cover. Loved having a Sunday FaceTime call with the Eagle - he's doing mightily well in Iowa, albeit it intense for CPAs. I informed him I'm handing my finances over to him from now on. He didn't seem thrilled, but he'll likely feel fortunate when I, too, move into the Great Whatever (hopefully not any time soon). 

Ribbit Ribbit. 

And thank you, Sun, for being abundant this weekend. It makes all the difference in the world to have the brightness (even a little warmth) yesterday. As I was telling my Aunt Sue and Uncle Milford last night, I hit 50 and my bones take in the cold and whole new levels. It hurts.

Here's to the week.