After that last serious post, I have to bring things down a notch.
My son told me a couple weeks ago that a shrivelly blueberry he was eating for breakfast looked like a tiny blue scrotum. He wasn’t trying to be funny, just stating a fact. And you know, he was kind of right. It is safe to say that I will never look at blueberries the same again. Or scrotums, for that matter.
OK, definitely brought things down a notch.