Lately I've been thinking about the various types of love that exist. Since love is the base of all life (according to my internal thought processes), when two people come together (be it parents, friends, significant others, a fish, etc.) there is always the unasked question, "Love?" and the answer is always, "Yes!" But. This is where things get tricky. It's akin to asking, "Lollipop?" and the answer being "Yes!"
There are many flavors and sometimes it happens that while you may have been expecting blueberry, you got grape instead. They have the same blue wrapper, after all. And then you can either sit around and bitch about the bleh-ness of grape-flavored lollipops (I've actually already covered this in another blog detailing a real, honestly yucky grape-flavored lollipop), or you can say, "Hmm. Lollipop!" And sometimes it happens, you think "Strawberry," eye the red wrapper and unwrap the yay-ness of strawberry. Lollipops are awesome. Even the grape ones, I suppose.
So I think about this and have experimented by asking the great sea otter in the sky for different flavors since I'm rattling about the Hobbit Hole by myself and need a large circle of folk to amuse me. Over the summer months, I've run the gammit from grape to orange to blueberry and around again. I'm enjoying my adventure into the wild terrains of lollipop land. Next stop: faux watermelon! (much better than real watermelon)
Moral of today's story: I'm going to the mountains this weekend to watch leaves fall. Again, my moral is more of a fact.
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