Now I Know What I Need

It's Monday. I'm defrosting the freezer and the coffee's gone cold. All of which somehow explains why googling FloNotes seems so enticing. First Google wants to know if I mean FlipNotes. Note to self, what the heck is FlipNotes? Keeping on track, my Google search identifies FloNotes as a newsletter of the Army Family Liaison Office. That takes me back to my childhood of "where are you from" and "when are you moving." Two questions Army brats constantly ask. FloNotes also pops up for Flo "Demolition Man" Simba, a heavyweight champion professional boxer. Call me an instant Simba fan. With those tidbits, I will go far at parties. As the ice continues to melt, I google Florrie. Yes, there are Florries out there. To clarify, I'm not the cult figure Florrie as she is dead. That crazy Florrie enthralled/mortified 1970's college students with her tales of a former life as a heroin addicted prostitute. Apparently, she was quite funny and had a bunch of followers. Don't want to be her, but now I know that what I really need is my very own Florrie cult. Maybe it would finish the defrost.