I just had an organic apple (on sale at the Kroger). With apologies to my boo, Joni Mitchell, do we really need ALL the birds and the bees?
It's the apples for dessert (the crisp, tart flawless Fujis, not these verchacta mushy ones) that claim partial responsibility for the new jeans I bought this weekend. The jeans are in a nice light wash for spring. My self-congratulatory point? The jeans are 32x34, bitches.