Bull

There are a few words that begin with bull. I like saying one of them when I stub my toe or forget I have water boiling but for the sake of my mother reading this, I'll abstain. 

The other commonly used one is bullfrog. 

I took a three hour long nap today, actually yesterday now, and I can't sleep. Why am I writing of bullfrogs?

Corey and I live on a pond. The first night we slept in our house after Jax died, we kept waking up, partly from stress, and mostly because we kept hearing all these symphonic sounds. My city ears didn't realize they were animals and bugs. 

A bullfrog makes a loud, vibratic, low toned sound. I don't know if this is the male or female and I really don't want to do the research tonight but I assume it is the male and it is then being answered by a less low toned female. 

“Hey baby. Want some bugs?”

“Sure, Prince Charming.”

This what late nights do to my humor. (That and watching stupid YouTube videos) 

 I used to hate the sounds of the hospital. But after a while, just like being back at home, you get used to them and miss them when they're gone. 

I don't know if I'll ever miss Mr. And Mrs. Frog but I guess when we live in the hills of Tennessee one day I'll have to get used to a lot more. 

(I'll probably invest in a noise machine by then.)