I seem to remember doing a not too contemptible post while waiting for my husband to get me ice cream. Today he is bringing me popsicles, which apparently I do not know how to spell.
Popsickles. popsikles. pop sic cles. Oh dear. popcicyles? The box just says “Assorted Pops.” What a way to weasel out of that one!
It is Lame Post Friday, and I am not going to take any more of that pain medication!
Now is when I greatly regret every Blogger’s Sick Day I’ve ever taken. Who knew I would one day feel worse? Oh, I know, YOU probably did, you just know everything, don’t you? Incidentally, that popsycle was not the miracle cure I was hoping for. Still, it didn’t taste too bad.
I don’t mean to be so tiresome, going on about my woes. In fact, I begin to glimpse the light at the end of the tunnel. Few bad things last forever. I would say nothing bad lasts forever, but it is a well-observed phenomenon that bad things have greater staying power than good things. Heeeeyyyy! I think that counts as a random observation AND half-baked philosophy, which, regular readers may recall, are my favorite components of Lame Post Friday.
And it got me just over 200 words. Score! I call that good. If only I knew how to spell popcicle, my life would be perfect.
Mohawk Valley Girl 