Oh, alright already! It's happened yet again! No matter how often I try, there is no possible way we can keep bananas in this house. They brown, literally, before my eyes. And there's nothing that ews me out more than a soft, wimpy looking banana. Gross.

So no bananas in my house ANYMORE, unless they are hanging on my wall and doing the samba. Yeah, that's right. The samba.

Me wants. Oh how me wants.

*I love the two running out of the bag. Sweet.