Sing it. You know the tune.

At this point, I can’t even remember what photo I was searching for but this Froggy playlet somehow popped up. I’m not sure if this is the whole play. It seems to end a bit abruptly🤣 but who knows. A disclaimer on the penmanship. The writing is a bit hard to read. I can read it because I am well familiar with the names of the cast and crew. By middle school, the playwright had developed an extremely neat, artistic looking script.

The play lit a bulb in my head in that it had inspired me in a photoshop assignment when I was taking community college classes in web design/development. Actually I’m not sure if it was this exact story. For one thing, Clammy (who is in my photoshop pic) was not around when the play was written. For another thing, Froggy was constantly gallivanting off on wild adventures to the moon and other places in those days and I may have just been thinking about the general Landfill elementary school “vibe”.

Anyway, my assignment was to create a “postcard” commemorating a holiday or event or whatever. I could’ve probably figgered out a holiday postcard but I wasn’t feeling it but then somehow this popped into my head. It didn’t seem off spec so I went with it. My mouse was still in high school at the time (I think) so Froggy and Clammy were still likely up to various hijinks.

My *wonderful* teacher Kelly gave me full points on this although I later found out she HATES “starbursts”. She put aside her prejudices and judged it on whether I met the assignment specifications. Which I did. A relative who very occasionally reads my blahg (I posted it way back then) thought that the “spaceship” was an artifact in my back yard. Um… It is a shipping navigation buoy in the St Marys (no apostrophe) River and I don’t think it would FIT in my backyard, not to mention how would I get it there? 🤪🤣😵‍💫

P.S. Thanks to the beach urchin I had lunch with today. At a restaurant. The Session Room to be specific. It was uncrowded, which I expected, and I needed some “girl talk”. Oh don’t take me too seriously. My adult daughters and I do not agree on absolutely everything (that’s healthy) but we do agree on politics, locally and nationally, so it’s a safe subject for us. There are other subjects we talk about but, as family things, they aren’t blahggable. My daughters are both uber-busy adults and I hate to ask them to spend time with me. But this worked out and I needed it.

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