S’more Mistakes

Did you know that each summer more than 50% of all marshmallows sold are toasted over a fire? Now, how do they even know this data? At the till in the grocery store, “Hi there and how will you be eating these marshmallows?” Nothing is private anymore…

A marshmallow isn’t just a sugary treat that people burn over fires and astronauts put up their nose for take off. It’s also a wildly successful DJ. 

Marshmello, (not the creepy Michelin Man mascot that looks like a man made out of marshmallows), wears a marshmallow helmet for all performances and public appearances. He has stated that the helmet is because he isn’t interested in the demands of fame. He also prefers people to focus on the music rather than on the individual.

Personally, the helmet more so makes me crave marshmallows. 

I do have a lot of respect for him in this regard, but I couldn’t help but wonder (similar to Carrie Bradshaw), how tight must the contracts be for the people who work with and for him? Harvey Specter would have a heyday with that law suit. 

I also wondered what his parents say when people ask them what he does for a living:

“Uh, he’s in the music business.”

“oh yeah?! Anything I might have heard?”

“Uh nope, I don’t think so – he’s more underground.”

When in actuality, he is creating some of the biggest hits of this generation while peacefully entering a café without TMZ asking how he takes his coffee. 

I also wondered how hot it is under that marshmallow helmet.

However, I recently read that in 2017, Forbes did reveal Marshmello’s identity. He himself, has not confirmed these statements but no one has really roasted him about it. 

As Marshmello continues to hide his identity, I’m mistaking other people’s identities… 

In Giddy Upscaled iPhone, I lost my phone. Today, I almost lost my composure.

A couple weeks ago a woman reached out to me to see if her employee who has a trained therapeutic dog, could visit our site as a pet therapy volunteer. I’m fairly certain she also mentioned the woman’s husband, but the witnesses (me) are divided on this.

I was immediately on board and reached out to the woman via email with proposed dates for an interview. She enthusiastically replied, saying her and Roger were excited for such an opportunity and attached the necessary paperwork.

Once the interview was scheduled (after a few failed attempts), she asked if I would like her to bring Roger to the interview.

I thought to myself, well of course you should bring Roger. All volunteers must be screened and shown where the washrooms are. 

While preparing for the interview, my co-recreation therapist asked what paperwork the soon-to-be-volunteer had already provided and I sheepishly admitted that I hadn’t yet looked at the documents as I trusted the organization had everything sorted. (Top notch preparation on my end.) 

As I sat across the desk from her, she clicked on the attachments and suddenly became hysterical. 

The paperwork indicated that Roger was the DOG not the husband. 

Through tears of laughter, we decided to scroll back through all of my correspondence with her to see if I had addressed Roger in any of the emails and it just so happens I had not once but twice…

When I initially thanked them for their interest in volunteering I wrote “Hi [wife’s name] and Roger. We are so excited that you live close by and are interested in visiting [our site] with your pet!”

Then when we had to reschedule her first initial interview date, I asked her to send my apologies to Roger…

So when the volunteer arrived, I greeted her while my co-recreation therapist gathered the paperwork from the printer room. She introduced herself and then pointed to the dog saying, “and this is Roger!”

In this moment I was grateful my co-recreation therapist wasn’t beside me because with how hot my face was, I could have roasted a marshmallow over it.