I haven’t even noticed if the Popsicles that I have been eating almost exclusively for the last few weeks are actually Popsicle brand or some other brand, but either way, God bless them. With the giraffe days of Summer upon us, the apartment has been sweltering and making it hard for the nocturnal PDR to get his proper amount of sleep during the days (or even to sit comfortably around) but devouring frozen sugar/water nonstop has been getting me through.
According to Wikipedia they were by an eleven year of boy in 1905. That is pretty sweet too. Thank you Frank Epperson.
Maybe you should invent a bed made of popsicles.
Awww, now I accidentally ate my bed…