So, one day, last week, our dog starts going nuts.
Nuts in a way that alerts us that someone unfamiliar is driving down our driveway. In a weird, Pavlovian twist, I've begun to associate her barking with the excitement of the arrival of the UPS guy.
She barks, and my mind is already tearing into some sort of package, just waiting to see what the treasure is.
Weird, I know.
Anyway, back to the barking.
So as not to deter any package bearing UPS guy, we try our best to run out to calm Dora (our dog) before the UPS guy tasers or pepper sprays or kicks our dog. (We needn't worry though, like I mentioned above, he's adorable. And he's always very good with our dog.)
On this day, he is bearing a ginormous box. I didn't remember ordering anything, so I assume it's the Mr.'s, and begin the task of reminding myself that I shouldn't open someone else's mail. No matter how ginormous and tempting that box is.
But...THIS box was addressed to moi! ME! Sweet little ol' yours truly. And, it's COLD. Then, I remembered!
I won some Bomb Pops from Audrey! I mean, how fun!! I love Bomb Pops. My kids love popsicles. Of anykind (but after this latest parcel, I'm quite certain they're partial to Bomb Pops).
It wasn't the Bomb Pops that were even the most fun though. See, they came packed in dry ice. Which is, prolly one of the coolest things ever.
"Dry ice? Like, it doesn't melt?" They asked.
And I said, "Watch this." And blew on it.
The rest, my friends is history. This styrofoam cooler proved to be days of fun. We'd box it back up, then take it out again to see how much "smoke" we could make come out of that cooler.
Unfortunately for all of us, the dry ice is gone. Evaporated into the air in one too many poofs of smoke. And I'm wondering how to get my (figurative, not literal...ouch!) hands on more...but it was so fun while it lasted!!
And then we had the Bomb Pops, to boot.
Life is good.