Mamacita says:  We’re having the first “heat advisory” of the summer, but I’m sitting at my dining room table, tapping away on my laptop, looking out the window at the huge shagbark hickory tree in my front yard – complete with scampering squirrels – and I’m not hot at all.

That last statement may be interpreted as you wish.  Sadly, THAT interpretation is true these days.  Sigh.

But the other reason I’m not hot is because I’m eating popsicles.  Sugar-free popsicles, so they don’t even COUNT, right?

The grape ones are best.  The orange ones are in second place, and as for the cherry popsicles. . . .if I wanted to suck on frozen cough syrup, I’d just throw some DayQuil in the freezer.  Cherry popsicles are too reminiscent of medicine.

I suppose an obsession for summertime popsicles is childish, but those of you who have met me know that I’m actually perfect in every possible way except for my use of popsicles as a cooling device I AM childish.

Come on over.  I’ll even share my popsicles with you.  You can have ALL the red ones!

Tap, tap, tapping away at my laptop, creating exams for the college, tap, tap, tap, sucking and licking away like a porn star gone insane.

Grab it, Google.