I know. I’ve been hitting the snooze button on blogging pretty hard lately. But if there’s anything that can raise me from my chemo-induced slumber, it’s Billy’s annual #popsicleweek, which is like the ultimate summer pool party in popsicle form, minus the part where you slink into the water as slowly as possible because holy freezing tatas, plus a hundred or so inflatable swans. Or flamingos. Or whatever hip floatie is this year’s jam. (It’s a cactus, isn’t it? Fuck.) This year, I decided to honor Chris and my fave frozen treats from childhood with grown-up, lazy-girl versions that are … Read More