My friendly neighborhood bullfrog

I have a frog that lives in my yard. I have never seen him. But he sits out there - it sounds like he is right at my front door - and ribbits the hours away.
At first I thought, "Wow, Eva is hiccuping REALLY loud." Then I turned the sound on my Christmas music off and realized that it is, indeed, a frog. I went outside once to try to see him, but he stopped croaking and then I couldn't find him. It's a little annoying, but kind of cool in a way.
What can I say - wildlife and humans alike just flock to me. I'm like Snow White. Actually, that's a total lie. The frog is probably here because he sees my lack of human interaction today and noticed that I didn't even bother to do my hair and look presentable before heading out to run errands in public. So the frog is probably ribbiting his pity for me. What a sweet little frog.

P.S. Thank you all for your words of encouragement. You inspire me to push through my pain and keep working. So I'm going to get on my treadmill and watch Biggest Loser. At least I have comfort that I don't have half as far to go as those people do. Okay, maybe half as far. And I am definitely getting new shoes.