Do you know how many stores I had to go into today before I found popsicle molds? SIX, that's how many. And I paid far too much money for the popsicle molds, naturally, but by then I was exhausted and laden down with shopping bags from my errands, and I was ready to lie down and throw a tantrum in the aisle if I was not able to find my damn popsicle molds right then already.
Thankfully, no such toddler behavior was deemed necessary.
I'm off to Seattle for four days, where frozen treats are not a substitute for meals/air conditioning, but when I get back, I have seriously ambitious plans for fancy homemade freezer pops.
Worn today on those interminable errands: