If you came expecting an entry about a plague of biblical size, this isn't it.
Frog is my safeword. It stems from when I thought He was joking about needing one, because I didn't understand He was serious about all of this.
Anyway, last night I had it all figured out. I was gonna totally throw him off his game. I got into a cute baby blue one piece lace number and came out of the bathroom. I got him excited then laid down and insisted he seduce me.
What he did next was *imitates mind exploding* I had to frog from pleasure twice before he even took off his pants. And when we finished, I don't know how many frogs later, he said that was phase 1. If he commences phase two send help because I will not be ok.
*Sits and shakes head then hums its raining frogs to the tune of its raining men*