December 16, 2005
girl, frog and st. john river
On the morning of my sixth birthday I woke up early, excited for my party. My parents weren't out of bed yet but I wanted to party down NOW! I laid out my plastic tea set and set up Blue Baby and Joey and various other characters at the table, but the scene just didn't seem appropriately festive with nothing to fill the little cups and teapot and plates with. I looked around my room for something to make pretend tea and cake out of and noticed a small hole in the seam of my pillow; a tiny fluff of stuffing peeked out. There was so much stuffing in that pillow that the tiny plastic tea set was soon overflowing, so I put my shoes up on the table and filled those too, then also filled whatever else I could find in the room. Blue Baby and Joey and I sipped and chatted pleasantly, enjoying the finest in pretend birthday cake, until my mom came in and broke up the party with a dismayed shout.
She yelled and made a big fuss and probably called me all kinds of bad, and said that she wasn't going to buy me a new pillow and I was damn well going to have to do without for a while.
Later that afternoon at my real party, my best pals Jeannie and Ricky gave me a huge stuffed frog, the kind whose bottom lip and belly are a big pocket for your pyjamas. Froggee appeared in my life right when I needed him, and I used him as a pillow for what seemed like months and months but was probably really only a couple of weeks.
Froggee's old and stinky now, his stuffing is coming out a bit (I would never, never take it out and make pretend tea with it, though), and today is our 28th anniversary. He still lies atop the head of my bed, giving Peter the creeps with his droopy plastic eyes and occasionally jumping down on our heads at (ahem) inopportune times.
Happy anniversary Froggee. I'm sorry I squished you so tight in the suitcase for the flight home from Athens, but I was afraid that if the customs people saw you they would think you were hiding drugs and pull all your stuffing out to check. I don't think they would have been having a tea party with it.
Posted by jodi at December 16, 2005 10:15 AM | categories: self-absorbtion
Happy birthday! So glad you can enjoy some snow and your home!! :)
Posted by: Carrie at December 16, 2005 11:55 AM
Happy Anniversary to you and Frogee! And especially Happy Birthday to you.
Remind me to tell you about The Kidnapping of Carrots sometime.
Posted by: Snowball at December 16, 2005 12:07 PM
Happy Birthday! :)
Posted by: amped! at December 16, 2005 12:10 PM
You're home for your birthday! Perfect.
Posted by: cari at December 16, 2005 12:45 PM
Happy Happy Happy!
Posted by: Sandy at December 16, 2005 02:15 PM
Posted by: brenda in toronto at December 16, 2005 02:18 PM
December babies are the best. Have a wonderful birthday!
Posted by: claudia at December 16, 2005 02:44 PM
Happy birthday, and happy anniversary!
Power Sags unite! Or untie.
Posted by: Cathi at December 16, 2005 02:58 PM
What a cool thing. It's so nice to have those sorts of memories, those kinds of tangible links to your own past. :)
Posted by: Mandy at December 16, 2005 02:58 PM
Happy Birthday! I am glad you are not in GA for it!!!
Posted by: Christine at December 16, 2005 04:13 PM
That's a sweet story.
Posted by: NWJR at December 17, 2005 10:38 AM
Posted by: pezz at December 17, 2005 02:27 PM
Happy Froggie Day to you!!!!!!
(And b-day as well!)
Posted by: lunastrixae at December 17, 2005 10:41 PM
Hey! Your birthday is just two days before Sammie's! (which is Today! I can't believe she's NINE!)
Posted by: Ghita at December 18, 2005 11:37 AM