Last night, at around midnight, right before I turned off my iPhone and went to sleep, I scheduled THIS to be published at 6:30 am my time. It was written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt in which she had a picture of a teepee and three chairs in what appears to be a desert setting at around sunset.
When I saw that picture, I remembered that it was raining where we live the night of the Super Blood Wolf Moon eclipse last month, so we couldn’t see it. And then I thought that it would have been cool if we would have driven out to the desert to watch it.
A little while ago I got a comment on that post from my blogging buddy, Kristian, at Tales from the Mind of Kristian. He wrote in his comment, “Was the dessert trifle?”
Oh shit! Did I do what I think I did? I went to my Friday Fictioneers post and sure enough, I had titled it “Dessert Viewing” and in the body of the post wrote, “…drive us out to the dessert in his van.” I have since corrected the title and the body to “desert.”
And to those of you who read my post before I corrected it and thought, “what a moron this guy is,” I apologize. I have learned that it’s not a good idea to post when you’re half asleep and bleary-eyes. But I guess I’ve gotten my just deserts* (or is that “just desserts”?).
And thank you, again, Kristian, for pointing out my faux pas.
*In the expression “just deserts,” deserts is the plural of desert, meaning “that which one deserves.” The phrase generally means that someone deserves the unpleasant things that have happened to them, because they did something bad. Desert, in that sense, is now archaic and rarely used outside this phrase. The spelling “just desserts” is non-standard. It is sometimes used as a pun in, for example, restaurant names.