24 Feb

We’ve been out of bananas for a few days. Every time it comes up in a conversation, I yell “BANANAS” real loud.

Doesn’t matter if I’m in chat, on the phone, or face-to-face with one of the kids.

Every morning I miss my banana in my cheerios. Every evening I miss my banana snack.

I guess I just hope someone else takes the hint and buys some damn BANANAS. Oh, the poor people that live in my house!


Some one go to the store for me. (Wait, they’ll come home without them, huh?) Or they’ll be so green, they’ll never have a good eating age. It should be a rather simple thing, one would think. I just want a stupid banana.

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