The Twelfth Blog (Rompings and Ribbitts)

I turned around, she was standing there in the garage."What's going on"? she asked. "Nothing"! I replied swiftly. I knew for some reason that if she saw the GPS she would not understand why I needed to go to Montreal and meet with my Father. "Are you out here smoking cigarettes again"? she asked. I took my chances and said that I was smoking in the garage in hopes that she would leave long enough for me to make my grand exit. She started sniffing about, nose up in the air, brow furled, "I don't smell any smoke". she stated. then she added "Why do you look so nervous,have you been smoking pot again too?" A memory came back to me at this moment. 

It was Christmas time a few years back, she had always wanted me to quit smoking pot ever since I had started. "But it makes my writing more ethereal". would always be my argument. She won me over with her heart and beautiful face, I promised I would dry out for the winter and see how things went. That's when she caught me that Christmas Eve, I told her that I was sick and that I had a terrible headache, I couldn't make it to her family's party. To my surprise she decided to check in on me before she went to the party. That's when she walked in on me with my two foot bong loaded up with ice and smoke, listening to Bob Marley. It was one of the lowest points in my life, of course after she left I finished the bowl and fell a sleep eating Swiss cake-rolls.

"I'm not nervous at all" I told her. I started to rub her shoulder and she kissed me. I pulled her close, her hair got caught on the cars door. We fell back into the driver seat of the car and started to make out. Soon we had writhed our way into the back seat and we made love. The morning came quickly and I awoke to realize it was 9:30 she had gone off to work already. The GPS  had gotten knocked down onto the passenger seat from the nights rompings. I went to pick it up and it turned on by itself and said"Please drive to highlighted route". I took a deep breath. I couldn't decide whether I should go on a whim and trust that maybe my dad will really be at this hotel in Montreal. Or do I stay here with the woman who's name I can't remember but I know I love. I took another deep breath. The frog jumped in the window and sat in passenger seat. He let out a "ribbitt" and I said "Yep, I suppose you are correct sir". I ran inside the house and packed some things. I prepared a box for Frog with lettuce and some apple juice. "How far is Montreal'? I thought to myself. "I guess we'll see, right frogger"? I said to the frog. Frog let out another ribbitt and then we left.