Dripping With Dis Stain

It’s 110 degrees outside.  In the shade.  With sauna-esque humidity.

I just discovered a leftover box of Popsicles from my grandson’s last visit.  Score!

I now have cherry lips, cherry teeth, a cherry tongue, cherry fingers, a small patch of cherry on my chin, little cherry drips leading into (and, conveniently, out of) the garage, and a cherry stain (ironically shaped LIKE a cherry) on the front of my t-shirt.

As I hopped up on to my chaise to type out this blog, Coco, my Chocolate Lab, came up to greet me and “kiss” me on the knee.  Her kiss went a little too long, and I realized I had cherry on my knee.

On my KNEE!