Before I rant about the joys of springtime in Provo, just know that I'm not rubbing it in, Rachel. My heart aches at your winter woes in S-Y-N-Y. It's just that I had the first Rocket Pop of 2008, and if that doesn't deserve a blog post, I don't know what does.
All in all, it was a banner FHE: I gave a lesson on the evils of pornography, and played a game in which the players run around in circles wacking each other with a rolled-up newspaper.
Ah, the joys of being single in Provo on a Monday night.
At least the popsicle stick jokes didn't let me down.
Q: Why couldn't the glass fool anyone?
A: People could see right through him!
Q: What did the books take with them when they left home?
A: Pagers!
Classic.
3 comments:
You have a gift Megan, of finding joy in just about anything, no matter how simple. Yes indeed...Rocket Pops and Spring in Provo--a winning combination!
i heart rocket pops and megan
Wow, my last blog post also mentioned a delicious treat that comes with unfunny jokes.
When was the last time you actually saw someone with a pager, though?
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