Someone Has Too Much Time On Her Hands
I am SOOOOOOOOO tired. First there's the jet lag thing. Then there's the cat having a fur ball on my bed at 3:30 in the morning and then there's the entire clean-up effort that began at 5:30 after Jane discovered that the puppy had exploded all over my office during the night. (If you must visualize this, please just know that there is no way your imagination can come up with anything near as awful as the reality. Let us never speak of this again until we have the carpet in that room replaced.)
So, um, as I am wont to do in moments of extreme fatigue and/or stress, I seem to have sat firmly down in a pile of...silliness. Let us call this
Fun With Produce
and get on with things...