And Hell is, indeed, freezing over.
The Toad. Oh. Emm. Gee. The Toad.
Lately, he's actually been trying to be human. He's up to something. I just know he is.
Secret Squirrel has stopped calling for him. Because he's up to something. I just know he is.
Last night, he told off the Gator. Because, you know, she's a PITA. And he's up to something.
Today, My Sweetie and I left to go do a mission from God. Getting flowers for church, re doing the bulletin boards, moving the creche figures out to the stable he built. And stuff. When we got home, there was a mystery bag of garbage by the back door.
He's up to something.
He spent the day, with no prompting, begging, or threats, cleaning his pig-hole room.
We are astounded, and quite honestly, more than a little disturbed by this.
The room is clean, AND he's doing laundry. Lots and lots and lots of laundry. Some of it even got folded and put away.
He's up to something. I just know he is.
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