Thanks to those of you who have written wondering if the Fricklet is yet with us here on the Big Outside. Not yet, friends! However, the doc told me yesterday that he thinks I could "go at any time," which prompted the name of this post. (Thanks, Tim!) In case thinking about dilation and effacement and cervical softening gives you the heebie-jeebies (and if it does, I apologize for the beginning of this sentence), here's another way to interpret this post's title:
Mmmmm...Manos leftovers masquerading as Mountain of Melting Ice Cream. Now that's an eruption I could get behind. (Happy coincidence: this ice cream's name, Neapolitan, comes from the city closest to Vesuvius, Naples! I love it when a post comes together.)
The due date's the 23rd. The Biscuit was 8 days early. My days of pickles and ice cream draw to a close. Guess I'd better get 'em while the getting's good! Fiberlicious!