|We have a mysterious malady that gives us just hours between ripe grapes and models for a Raisin Bran commercial|
Step Two: Spend days fetching ripe grapes-that-are-not-yet-raisins, while avoiding 1)falling off stool resting on rocks; 2)hitting three-foot chimes that trigger sound waves that eat cells in your ears; and 3)tripping over large brown dog with slimy pink ball.
|Oh, and did I mention wasps?|
|I love eating the foam right off a spoon from the jar. Which explains why I spent the summer losing 25 pounds.|
Happy end of summer, y'all.