Hint ‘ums has been rebirthed for another short series. If y’all enjoy these, maybe it will stay around a little longer–enough to be worth a few reruns in the future 😉
You know the classic Popp!nTalk puzzle game? Word searches that list hints in the bank instead of words? They’re like a crossword mixed with a word search? The best word games made love and had a baby. That’s hint ‘ums.
The first new hint ‘ums we’ve got on the docket is Volume 23–At the Beach.
Surf’s up, sun’s up, toes in the water, tookus in the sand. All the beach things. It’s time to dust off the beach toys, wax the surfboard and hit the shoreline for another sunny day at the beach.
For fun: in the comments, share what your favorite beach is!
Now, for the hints. If you don’t want hints and want to brave the seagulls on your own, here’s that link again: Hint u’ms Volume 23
No peeking.
Just kidding.
Okay, let’s get on with it, eh?!
- “They’re fun to build in the sand.” Come on now… think back to the dregs of your childhood memories.
~~~~’Come on, Tommy!! That was MINE! Why did you STEP on IT?!!?’~~~~~
Interesting childhood memories you have. I guess it’s on the right track though… - “Blinds you while you’re trying to tan.” There’s hints in both ends of this question. What blinds you? What tans you? …No, not spray. …. …..Are we just going to ignore that? Okay. Next..
- “Colombus sailed it.” …Did your mom ever recite to you that little song that she learned in grade school? ‘Colombus sailed the ______ blue in 1492.’ Come on, now..
- “greedy hooligans that steal everything shiny and tasty”. Here’s another hint. Your cousin Tommy, from your flashback, probably chased them. Or maybe you’re Tommy, what do I know. Maybe you were the kid that stepped on everyone’s sa- …You didn’t hear it. Nope. I didn’t say it. You can’t take that as an extra hint.
- “wouldn’t be as nice to lay on the beach without one.” I mean, they’re usually large when they’re the beach kind. The good ones are 100% cotton. They usually have fun colors and prints. Idk how else to hand it to you except folded or sandy or dripping wet. How about a soaking hug since I can’t find mine? No? Okay, maybe next time we should remember to bring them, then. Tommy doesn’t like to air-dry.
- “basket and a blanket. What’s for lunch?” Come on now… the classic red-checkered blanket. Maybe a baguette, for some reason. PBJs. Grapes and maybe cookies. Grandma probably took you to the park or on a hike and set one up for you as a kid. How about another memory excursion? ~~~~~~
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No? Fine. I bet you’re Tommy, though. - “the waves lap at it”. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, across the whole shore does it go. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, the sand recedes at ocean’s tow. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow-
What? No more? Okay. - “Kind of nasty when they’re actually ‘sandy’.” Witch of Sand 🏖🧹🤷🏼♀️
- “sweet and juicy.” Okay, I’ll give it to you, this one was broad and vague. Think things like cherries, apples, oranges, bananas, etc. Even tomatoes qualify for this Kingdom (? phylum? Idk which it would be) of foods.
- “Blow it up and toss it around.” Not dynamite. This isn’t Mario Brothers or whichever one explodes things. We’re talking beach stuff. They’re multicolored. Classically, striped. Rubbery. Smells like summer. Floats. Makes a cool bop noise when you hit it during games like “keep it off the ground.” …The beach kind. There ya go.
- “If you prefer to not use your hands to scoop the wet sand. Or, to make it easier when trying to bury your friend at their waist.” It’s handheld. Small. Usually plastic. Somehow sturdy enough to dig a hole large enough to fit said friend waist-high in it. Maybe draw them a nice mermaid tail once your done. It’s only courtesy.
- “Crispy and comes in a recyclable bag.” A foil-like bag. Shiny. Usually yellow, red, or blue, depending on your flavor. Try not to litter them; they’re recyclable. Stuff your face, then stuff the bin.
- “it’s a getaway.” Comes in many times, “family”, “Christmas”, “Summer”… “Stay-…”. Close…. Bingo.
- “nice sweet way to end a hot day.” Grandpa’s favorite was probably pecan. Tommy’s favorite was probably that blue rocket ship flavor. Personally, I’ve always liked cake batter. Can’t go wrong with that. Oops, did I give it away? Sorry, I was dreaming of that nice waffle- What? …Sorry.
- “walk along it to see the sights past the swimming point.” Wooden planks that you hopefully don’t walk off of, just… on. And then back. …It’s a lot more exciting than it sounds. They’re high on stilts. From above they look like single prongs snapped off from a comb just jutting out into the big blue sea.
- “___along the beach” It’s the most overworn dating profile ‘I love to…’ cliché.
- “____in the sand.” They’re what you leave behind, only to be erased by the waves.
- “collect them just to lose them in the closet after desplaying your three favorites” Whoever can find the biggest, coolest intact one is the winner. There’s different kinds, too: Conch-
Oh okay. - “Some people bring them to the beach.” I’m not talking about tents or grills or chairs or umbrellas or lovers. I’m talking about a furry friend. They’re also not the only of the pets I’ve seen at the beach.
- “hot and ____ days are the best times to go to the beach”. ‘______ and 75’….
- “the moon makes them.” not astronauts of men and women. This is a gravitational thing. I think the water and moon are secret, forbidden lovers. But, every now and again, the water will reach and, every night, the moon joins her by flashing his light as a reflection upon her–this is the only way they can ever join in their forbidden love. By reflection upon dancing, reaching waters. Oh, the dance of the moon and the waves.
- Okay… “…and turf.” It seemed to obvious to write, ‘____ and turf’ so I didn’t. This part is what you need your surfboard for. Sorry it took so long. Have you been standing there holding it the whole time? That’s unfortunate. Nice wet suit though.
- “Don’t hit the net..” No, it’s not table tennis. I want to see someone lug a table tennis to the beach. Here:
‘Setter. Set! Bump! Spike!’ I mean, it’s a sport. We’ve all played it. We’ve all watched it. Girls love it. So do guys. It’s got that classic white ball. No, it’s not water polo. Come on now, it’s possibly the most popular beach game/sport of all time in the history of ever. Yeah, there ya go.
I know, I know you were joking about the table tennis guess. I know. You have to fake it sometimes or people will call you a walking encyclopedia, I know. I know.
Anyhow, that concludes our trip to the beach. How about a burger, a nap, and a nice shower (probably the shower before the nap). I prefer a warm shower, but sure, have at it with the public beach ice dispenser showers.
Either way, I’d throw out the rest of those PBJs nobody is going to eat them when each bite is ingrained with little morsels of crunchy sand. Yeah, the watermelon goes, too. Hey, maybe the seagulls will enjoy it!?
Alright, talk soon 🙂
Take care now,
A. M.
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