pop!
Back before I dislocated my jaw I used to be able to pop it if I opened my mouth wide enough. (shut up,
pop!
We watched the
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When I was a teenager living in Europe, we took my dad's mom on a trip to the Costa del Sol. We went by train via Paris (my mom will have to verify the logistics, since I didn't keep that sort of thing in my long-term memory apparently, and I'm winging it a bit here). In Paris, we did all the big sights: Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur, the Eiffel Tower. In the elevator of the Eiffel, coming back down, we shared the elevator with Bob Newhart and Don Rickles. Since my pop was a big fan of both of them, we knew who they were and recognized them. My dad talked to them all the way down in the elevator as if they were neighbors and good buddies, and I wanted to melt into the walls from teenage embarrassment. Gawd, daaaaaaad!
pop!
Good grief, could I possibly date myself any more with this post??
pop!
Pop-related Things I Like: Classic Coke AND Pepsi Max* (so sue me), bluepoppy, Pop Goes the Weasel, Orville Redenbacher, Pop Will Eat Itself, Pop Rocks, Hop on Pop, Pop-Tarts,** BrainPOP, pop-up stoppers, pop-up books, popsicles!, homemade bubble recipes.
pop!***
Sad Pop-Related Fact About Me: I have never been able to blow a bubble with bubblegum, despite countless attempts and one-on-one tutoring.
*You can take the girl out of the Midwest, but you can't take the Midwest out of the girl.
**ohmigod, look at all those new flavors! Frosted GRAPE! Cinnamon roll! French Toast!
***Why are the tails of my italic p's in 'pop' missing??