When I hear the islands call to me, of course I think of Gilligan’s Island and that 3-hour tour gone awry. And that makes me think of these terms: “deserted island,” “desert island,” and “dessert island.” (Utah’s own Antelope Island could be called a “Deseret island,” don’t ya think?))
Me? I vote for being stranded on a dessert island, surrounded by lemon bars, chocolate chip cookies, banana cream pie, and Mom’s toffee. And surrounded by DIRECTV, as well. I must have plenty o’ crime shows to watch while I consume the multitude of sugar-packed desserts which will surround me on such a yummy island–24/7. And 365.