ode to limes. (and apples)

the only thing i have to say about apples, is
"seriously, is this not the cutest helmet EVER?"
it practically had her name on it.
and besides, her old helmet was cracked.


when i got home late last night,
i discovered a hand written note from my husband:
i named it "an ode to limes"...

dear tracy,

we are tropical fruits and therefore we really like to be warm. (mexico, florida keys, etc...) please stop putting us in the refrigerator. some of us can hack it for a while, but most of us turn brown and go hard as a rock within days.

beyond the ethical issues at hand (citrus torture, etc) this is also an issue of financial concern as the nice man that buys us will likely run right back to the grocery store and replace our fallen brethren.

although internet literature is woefully inadequate regarding key lime husbandry, we did manage to find the attached answers for you on Wikianswers.

tracy, thank you very much for considering our plight. please consider using your valuable refrigerator space for your organic peanut butter instead.

sincerely yours,
the limes



i am forever and always doing little things like this
that drive my poor husband crazy.
i love that he can find the humor in it and
make me laugh out loud
while he phanagles an apology out of me,
along with a vow to never again refrigerate limes.
xo, t