I feel like I used to be more fun, what happened? Maybe I've spent too much time in hospitals.
So I was totally going to write a blog about Elijah getting his final cast off, and what a relief it was. I was going to write about what it felt like, and how much different life was going to be from now on. But dangit all if he isn't right about being too depressing. So instead, I am going to write a blog about otter pops.
I love them. Seriously I think I will be like 95 years old and still eating otter pops. Frankly, at 95 you don't have many options, what with missing all the teeth and such. I just love how cold and fruity they are. And how I can look down on the floor and see like 50 clear wrappers and wonder "How did I eat so many?". I think living in Redding has really brought on my otter pop addiction. It's the only thing that seems to make 104 degrees bareable. Well, otter pops and a pool I guess. But since I don't have a pool, I'll settle for the pops.
So while there are many things that make October a real highlight for me, the biggest being my baby's arrival, there is one thing that will make me want to prolong October as much as possible. Because when that fateful month arrives, all the Ottery Pop goodness that once flooded my world will be gone. Yes gone... with only candy corn to replace it.
3 comments:
shoot -- I think I'm having a craving now. (and of course I want a little girl one day!) ;)
Otter Pops, shmotter pops. C'mon, Erin. Everyone knows that there's nothing as good as the original: Kool Pops. Now you're talking. I grew up on those. We recently bought some and I enjoyed the few that I got. The rest of the box was eaten by someone who now lives in Nevada and whose initials are Alexis Weber :-)
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