I discovered a popsicle in my front yard.

So, there I was on a chilly Tuesday morning, bundled up in my oversized sweater, ready to tackle another day of adulting, when I glanced out my window and saw it—the biggest, most unfortunate icicle hanging off the edge of my roof. It was so shockingly shaped that I did a double-take, fully convinced my neighbors were playing an elaborate prank. But no, there it was, in all its absurd glory, a frozen monument to winter’s sense of humor.
Instead of grabbing my phone to snap a picture for social media, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I mean, who knew that winter could be both cold *and* surprisingly immature? I spent half the morning trying to explain the bizarre phenomenon to my mailman, who just shook his head like he’d seen it all before. Little did I know, I had stumbled upon the perfect conversation starter, turning my front yard into the hottest destination in the neighborhood for “dicicle” selfies!