I know, I know, you were totally expecting something else. Shame on you.
Did you know that you can write on a banana with a toothpick or the tip of a knife and it will turn brown where you broke the skin?
There it was: a poor, unsuspecting, nondescript banana on the counter, destined for CB's lunch box.
I couldn't let it go to the great banana beyond without giving it it's 15 minutes of fame.
For several minutes I thought about what to write.
"Save me"?
"My name's Bob"?
"Help! I'm being help prisoner inside this banana!"?
"CB, I like your banana"? (That was my favorite. I'm a little warped that way.)
"Your ad here"
So many choices and I went with "love you". Good for me.
CB thought it was funny.
But I'm sure at 5 a.m. this morning as he was putting his lunch together, he rolled his eyes and wondered why I don't have better things to do with my time.
With good reason.
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