And a partridge in a a pear tree

Or in my case, a frog on a pumpkin!!

That is what my true love gave to me for Christmas! Is that not the coolest thing! I cannot believe that someone actually made one.

And here I thought the name of my blog was all original . . . . . :D

Comments

  1. SquirrelQueenJanuary 7, 2010 at 11:49 AM

    That is one wicked looking frog, very cool.

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  2. AndrewJanuary 7, 2010 at 2:28 PM

    I have a little pumpkin exactly like that....
    Now, all I need is a frog.

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2010 at 4:19 PM

    Are you kidding me?!?! This was NOT hand made just for YOU?!?!

    Woah. I bet he nearly fell over when he spied this wherever he was. Tell him he gets extra brownie points all the way from Texas, LOL.


    Just wow!

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  4. SuzieJanuary 7, 2010 at 4:54 PM

    Isn't that something! It looks like it was made just for you!! Maybe someone was inspired by your blog!

    How could you Hubby NOT buy you that froggie! I'll bet he did a happy dance, realizing that he had found THE perfect gift for you! lol

    Have you given him a name yet? The frog, not your hubby! :-)

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  5. The CaptainJanuary 7, 2010 at 6:32 PM

    That is too cool, almost like it was made custom for you.

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  6. RueJanuary 7, 2010 at 7:26 PM

    Awww - what a guy! This is really great though - I've never seen one before either!

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  7. Stephanie DJanuary 9, 2010 at 6:53 AM

    I'd have thought it was a commissioned piece! Nice going, Queen's hubby!

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