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I was at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square, and there was a table full of peaches, and I thought they might be good, but I stood there staring at them for I don’t know how long. I was actually intimidated by the peaches. I don’t know how to pick peaches and I was chickening out. Can you believe it? So stupid. Scared of picking peaches. Finally, I just took three. The first three I laid my hands on, no picking involved.
Well, I had the first one last night and GOD IT WAS DELICIOUS. What have I been missing all my life?? Because of this debilitating fruit picking fear.
7/8
Went to the gym.
Learned I could reboot the web server remotely.
Got to work on my speech.
PEACHES, the ending of The 40-Year-Old Virgin when they sing and dance to Aquarious, finding the blog about French Bulldogs.
I also got peaches at the farmer’s market. I don’t know what the trick is to picking right, so I just get ones that aren’t bruised. I cut up a few this morning and one was good and the other was perfection.
Glad to see I’m not the only one with “fruit fright”.
You’ve got a whole world of fruity goodness ahead of you now. Today, peaches….tomorrow pluots!
There is so not such a fruit as “pluots.”
Hi peoples!
It’s a typo or Ellen is messing with me! Hey Mop!!! Howard said he ran into you today! (Or, was it yesterday?)
I was updating Echo’s home page and I was thinking of planning an Echo party, and of course thought of you. Just something informal at the place … what’s it called … Kettle of Fish!
I just need to think of a theme, or a holiday, or something. Maybe there’s a TV event and we can all go there and watch and have a party around that.
It’s not a typo, friends.
It’s real as real can be.
Check it out here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluot
Also glad to know I’m not the only one with fruit fear. Maybe the party can have a fruit theme.
Well, okay, maybe not.