The problem with kissing frogs is that you can actually get pretty close to a handsome prince and not even know it until you’re ripping the paper on your watercolor board because you couldn’t wait long enough for it to dry.
The other problem is that you get to like kissing frogs. So much so that at 1AM it’s really hard to decide if you have time for just one more smooch or if sleep is really all that necessary. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Picking My Battles 
Oh dear. Is it fixable? My frog was the end of a novel. The final kiss 2am. Lol.
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I’m still frogging. I may have to switch ponds or put my therapist on speed dial.
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