Me, A Post It Note, And A Banana?
I could have titled this Honey’s banana, but I didn’t want to mislead anyone. Here’s the conversation so my picture makes sense. *Huffs bangs out of my eyes and thinks about where to begin* Okay, got it.
This is me, last night before I turned off the kitchen lights and headed to bed. “Oh man, I hope Mom has some bananas. That one looks like it’s ready for the freezer.” (I freeze the overripe ones to eventually make banana bread. I also like to eat a banana in the morning, but not overripe ones because I think they’re gross. Honey knows this about me)
“I’ll check when I bring over the paper.” (Wow, there’s a lot of background info I have to give you guys for this latest Honey stunt, isn’t there? My mom, otherwise known as Madge, lives in her own in-law suite that’s attached to our house. Honey built the addition in 2000 when my dad got sick, and now there’s only Mom. Now Madge? She’s spoiled because she doesn’t even have to collect the morning paper – Honey does that for her. *sigh* He really is a great guy, and this is probably why she loves him more than she loves me…but that’s another blog post, or two. *Thinks for a split second* Meh, it’s more like 22, so let’s not go there)
*Looks around* Where the hell was I going with this? Oh yeah, the banana.
As we head into our room, Honey says, “Shame about the banana though, it was a good sized one.”
Of course it was. Honey was the one who bought those suckers and I swear –SWEAR- he had to search high and low to find the longest bunch in the stand. I never commented on this when he brought them home, even though I wanted to.
“I know.” I sighed. “But it’s okay. I ate all the big ones.”
There I was thinking, heheheh, that’ll get him, but it really didn’t. To my surprise and disappointment, all he did was nod, so the subject was dropped…until this morning.
Honey goes over to give Mom the paper and then comes to sit down for our morning coffee. We chat about what we’re going to do for the day, and that’s when he tells me he rustled me up a banana. See? Sweet, right?
“I left a banana for you on top of the bread basket.”
We have a real basket for bread, so I nodded. “Thanks.”
That’s all that was said about it. I didn’t think another thing about the fruit until I went to the basket after he’d been gone for an hour or so, and that’s when I found them. (Refer to exhibit “A” a.k.a the picture, and in it…?) The two bananas. Notice the Post It Note is on the bigger one with the infamous line. “Think of me!”
LMAO. I wrote a note back to him and stuck it on his night table. And I quote.
“Here is the quintessential duality of man. Who would have thought that ageism could be so clearly represented by two bananas. One young and the other old. Question is, would I rather have the stubby, young, and fresh one, or the long, old and, well, not so fresh one? Think about that.”
Hahaha! Honey doesn’t like it when I draw comparisons on the male anatomy, but, come on! How could I pass up the opportunity? You are so right. I couldn’t. *Thinks for a moment, and then* At least I didn’t mention anything about the older one being tired, bruised, or mushy. I have to write tonight. I don’t have time to be spanked. *And predictably the wheels turn* But I might be able to pencil in some time to be proven wrong. Could be fun. Maybe I should add that last part to the note after all…
Riley, still debating. >:)