Jeremiah was a bullfrog ... was a good friend of mine!

Did I say in a previous post that I could manage one little bird easily enough?  Wrong, wrong, wrong!  Perhaps it's because the bird was white.  Or perhaps it's because I stitched nearly the whole day. every day. all weekend long and my eyes were tired on Monday.  In any case, I managed a miscount and the first order of business today is frogging.  And I had been so proud of my progress.  At least this bit of frogging won't take too long or set me back too far.  No stitching last night for fear of more errors to compound those made in the morning.  Just watched some Poirot episodes that came from Netflix.  I love all the British Mystery Theater series now being published by Acorn Media.  Last week we watched three of the Lord Peter Wimsey episodes.

And for those of you who are puzzling over the reference to a song from my youth, Joy to the World, here is the first verse and chorus.  I always liked the Three Dog Night version.

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
...was a good friend of mine
Never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine.

Chorus:  Joy to the world
              All the boys and girls
              Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
              Joy to you and me.

Now, maybe that's the answer: I need some wine.  No, probably not a good idea.  Way too early in the day!