Does anybody else remember Dream Whip dessert topping? Am I the least deep person on the planet that I take an important topic like Martin Luther King and turn it into thoughts of nondairy topping?
Does anybody similarly remember 1-2-3 Jello? It was a Jello dessert that had three layers of the same flavor. The top was sort of whipped creamy, and the bottom layer was your straight Jello. I have no idea what the poor middle child layer was.
I had a friend from London who was five years younger than me, and once she had a sweater on that was graduated colors of pink and I told her she looked like 1-2-3 Jello and she had no idea what I meant. Which is why you should not make friends with anyone from other countries or generations.
I am less Eeyore today, but I am no Guy Smiley yet, either. I did do my three miles on the treadmill, which may explain my preoccupation with desserts of the '70s. I was slow, but Time For Me to Fly came on my iPod, which amused me and made me think of 10th grade as no other song really could.
And whoever said that I would soon warm up once I got running on the treadmill in that cold back room, you were Righty Rightenstein. I am actually too hot now, and it's like 21 degrees outside.
So far in this post I have mentioned Guy Smiley, Martin Luther King Jr., Eeyore and some fictional Jewish person named Righty Rightenstein. Really, it's better when I am sad.
My other good news, not that I've had any before this moment, is that a faithful blog reader up and sent me some work today! She has her own design business doing window treatments (and I will link you to her site as soon as it is up), which I am afraid resulted in me writing her back making many "shady" jokes about windows. I was a real "pane." Fortunately, she was able to "valance" my bad jokes against my "sheer" skills as an editor.
Somebody pull the cord, now.