recently, i wanted to be sure that i would have a banana for breakfast in the morning.
sadly, there was only one slightly bruised specimen left in the house.
knowing that bernie loves bananas for breakfast, i wanted to be sure he knew that i had "claimed" this less-than-tasty looking fruit.
some people would take a measure like walking into the next room and saying, "hey bern. there is only one banana left. can i have that for tomorrow?"
instead of calling into the next room, i actually bothered to go and get a pen and WRITE on the banana.
because, somehow, that seemed like the most logical next step.
so now, it appears as though i have distressed produce residing in my home:
. . . oops.
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