I ring in the Summer time with Orange soda. It's what I do. These days its diet Orange Soda, and I'm a little slower and hairier than I used to be (see picture below)

but the feeling is generally the same as its always been. The smell of pool toys fills my nose as I walk down the aisle looking for summertime deals in my local superstore. Normally my default footwear has been the "thong". At least "thong" is what I grew up saying. It has since come to my attention that no one calls them "thongs" anymore, and that they are now referred to as "flip-flops", an onomatopoeic term that I find ugly and crude. Be that as it may, this Summer finds me wearing a slip-on summertime Croc (pictured below):

Let us rejoice and be glad.
5 comments:
My mom still calls them thongs. It can make for some funny and awkward moments.
I have the mental image of your mom standing our in the front yard as you get on the bus to school and she is yelling "Did you remember your thongs?" as you suddenly cringe and walk to your seat defeatedly hunched over.
No, no. It's more like she's talking to my grandma or aunt or cousin saying, "Melissa bought the cutest thongs this weekend. You have to see them." Then of course it proceeds with me cringing and walking to my seat at the dinner table defeatedly hunched over.
Ha! Even better! I imagine they relieved when they discovered that it was just footwear.
Wow. Way to say onomatopoeia. I'm going to start using onomatopoeias a lot more often from now on, and every time, I'm going to point it out by saying onomatopoeia.
I also think the word thong is an onomatopoeia. Imagine the sound of a bass guitar string being plucked...
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