Happiness is...a teenager's humor

Another short post typed on my poor broken keyboard....

So, last night, I had to stop at Tops to pick up a few items for dinner. As I was passing by the fruit, a really nice lady was chopping up different types of fruit and offering a taste to passersbys. Since I was starving, which I always seem to be in the grocery store, I felt brave enough to try the mystery fruit. She said it was from SE Asia and called Rambutan. I think it looks like a sycamore ball. The oustide is spikey, but the inside is similar to a grape, but with a pit. I thint it's a confused fruit and not really worth the cost ($9.99/lb) or the work it takes to get to the little bit of goodness inside.

So, back to my son and how this story ties in to the weird fruit. I only bought 3 of the little suckers because of the price, so we all gathered around for a quick taste. I said "It's try a new fruit night", just trying to make a funny. My son says "Oh great... Mondays are going to be New Fruit Night. What's next, New Vegetable Night .... and so forth and so on." What's he trying to say? Do I talk so much about blogging that my life revolves around what blog topic day it is? I told you I was addicted!

Well, it has only taken me 30 minutes to type just this little bit, so I'm going to bed. If you're not doing so already, take a minute before bed like I do to Thank God for your many blessings and say a prayer for Stellan and his family. They are on my heart and in my thoughts every day!

Have a blessed day tomorrow!