Two times in as many days I have had my lips stuck to a frozen popsicle. TWO TIMES! As luck would have it, I have been close to a sink where I could run some water over my lipsicles and detach the two. No calling the fire department was necessary.
Although I have to say, it was sort of a panicky situation. Both times. (Especially the one at work. More embarrassing, than panicky, actually. Because it's already pretty juvenile to be eating a popsicle at work. Getting one stuck to your lips just confirms that you're awesome.) So can you even imagine how you would feel if your whole class was watching you, and they DID have to call the fire department, and then you had to go to class with your tongue all bundled up? And then your peeps didn't fess up that they were the ones who dared you to do it? That would be pretty terrible. Poor Flick.
Also, do I have some sort of saliva deficiency? Do I have xerostomia? Oh gosh.
Whatever the case may be, I have had my lips stuck to popsicles--twice--and I just don't even care, because guess when you eat popsicles? The summer. So guess what today and yesterday are? Yeah, the summer. I love the summer. Especially since the summer has not been too hot so far. And I sure do preeshiate that.
2 comments:
Wowee. You blog early in the morning. Popsicles are so delicious. I am sorry they get stuck to your lips. Try blowing on them so they melt a little and are a bit, uh, juicier? I love popsicles.
Debbie, it would appear that I blog early in the morning. But what I really do is write things wheb they pop in my head, then schedule them so that the time will match the date. 6:23 am, 6/23/11. Because I'm nerdy.
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