
If you have young kids, you might know the Froggy series of books written by by Jonathan London: "Froggy Plays Soccer," "Froggy Bakes a Cake," Froggy Gets Dressed," etc. Zupf! The lovable frog does it all.
In at least a couple of the books, Froggy's dad seems to have checked out and is shown sleeping off who knows what in bed while mom takes care of business around the house and helps Froggy get his s*** together.
Last night I was reading one of these books to my five-year-old and he called out Froggy's dad: "Why is that guy always sleeping?" he asked me. "You are
so not like Froggy's dad, Dad." Thanks for noticing, little man.
Other Sunday Deactivations:
* Blogger's buggy "Upload Image" tool: You have been Deactivated. I think you have to wear a wizard's hat, speak in tongues, and rub a rabbit's foot to make it work.
* Media covering the Anna Nicole Smith travesty: Deactivated. You chewed her up and spit her out and now you're continuing to haunt her in the afterlife. For the entire 40 minutes I was on a treadmill the other day, CNN Headline News had live, uninterrupted coverage of a bunch of somber-looking lawyers with neatly arranged bottles of water in front of them having some sort of meeting about where her corpse should go. Meanwhile, the words scrolling along the bottom of the screen were providing updates to new deaths in Iraq and that sort of non-bald Britney Spears, unsexy news.
* Guys who buy "The Vermont Teddy Bear" as a Valentine's Day gift and women who actually like receiving it (if there is such a creature): You have been Deactivated. Go see "Norbit" again.
* Standard "News, Weather, Sports" formula for local TV news: Deactivated. How is it that hundreds of different news productions all over the U.S. use the same exact stale format to present news? How about a little creativity? Your act is so tired that even "News, Sports, Weather" would be like a breath of fresh air.
* Flu bug or whatever that has knocked out JPD and The Diesel: Deactivated. When these two guys pass on the opportunity to workout on a morning the mercury finally climbs above 20 degrees, you know they're truly sick. The frigid last month or so has taken its toll. Enough. The bodies are rested, winter poundage is intact, everybody's getting restless, and it's time to get moving.
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