I had a banana with my lunch today. I like bananas a lot and consequently, they don’t last long around here even though I’m really the only one who eats them. They’re a little expensive at this time of year, so I try not to buy them every single time I go shopping, only every second time.
My banana today was tasty, just at that wonderful point in time of perfect sweetness and ripeness. I truly enjoyed it.
When I got home from work, at about 4:30, I started preparations for dinner. I pulled out bowls and dishes from the cupboard and food from the fridge. I got everything measured and mixed and in the oven (I was making a casserole). I got some additional vegetables ready for steaming. I set the table. DD came down to the kitchen to talk as I was pouring myself a glass of wine.
As we were chatting, she looked at me a little quizzically. She often does, so I didn’t really pay any attention. She kept looking at me like I was green, and I started to get a little self-conscious. I ran my fingers through my hair – and pulled out the sticker off my lunchtime banana. Apparently I had been wearing it in my hair all afternoon. I have no idea how I got it there. No one told me it was there, either.
I guess everybody at work thinks it’s pretty normal for me to wear a banana sticker in my hair.