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 … Continue reading Dripping With Dis Stain