Ever have something happen to you that is such a weird coincidence you start to think it is some sort of sign that you are supposed to piece together?
Ever wonder (and wish) that you could break some sort of strange code that the universe seems to be flinging your way and that if you had half a clue you could win millions of dollars in the lottery?
Then you wrack your brain and there is no way you can make heads or tails of it.
Happens to me all the time.
Like everytime you borrow your college roomate's car Super Tramp is playing on the radio?
Every time you stop at a red light, people in the next car are listening to Pink Floyd but no one in the band died?
You hear the Girl from Ipanema more than 7 times in a week in elevators, on hold, on the radio, and on TV?
You are sent the same forwarded email from 4 people you have not spoken to in years, on the same day, and you have already seen it, and blogged it over a year ago?
You have 6 dogs in class named Murphy in the same week.
Five people call you on the same day for help with their Mastiffs and none are from the same breeder?
You have a craving for carmel corn and come home and find your Mother sent you a care package with carmel corn?
For three days in a row, every single work call you get is for potty training?
No lie, all these things and many many many more have happened to me.
Which leads to the frogs. I have found two tree frogs in less than one month when dealing with dog poop.
I repeat, two tree frogs. Prior to this I have never ever seen a tree frog in the wilds of Maine.
Meet Tree frog numero uno