Frog Prince

I had a surprise guest for dinner tonight last Saturday night.



A frog prince, perhaps?

I pondered on kissing the frog but nah, I am not interested in turning it into a prince. Besides, it’s too busy with the worm, why would he trade his yummy food with an annoying little girl disturbing his feast.

Anyway, last Friday night, I bought a bouquet of pink gerberas and stargazers wrapped in white paper for my mom. I had it arranged while Person A waited for me in the car.



When he saw the bouquet he gave a curious remark.

Only to find out that this bouquet was waiting for me at home. 

Looks familiar? Pink stargazers and carnations wrapped in white paper.

Somebody knows me too well.

And that’s one of the reasons why I won’t ever need to kiss a frog to find my prince.

Yikee!