Yesterday, Jake lobbed a grapefruit at me and I didn't "think fast" enough. I told Jake I was going to post a picture of Dallas' dark eyes (the Saint Bernard in her) and say they were my eyes, all bruised from grapefruit lobbing. You've got to be careful about these things.
Jake arrived home last week with a rather random bag of grapefruit (hence the presence of grapefruit in our Monday night). I don't know if I'd ever actually eaten a grapefruit before. Somehow, despite my love for the smell of grapefruit and my enjoyment of grapefruit flavored vitamin cough drops, I'd never actual chomped down on a juicy, bittersweet wedge myself. Now I've both eaten grapefruit and had one lobbed in my direction. Success.
Also, the smell of grapefruit is vivifying, even when it's flying towards your face.
And no, I don't actually have any sort of bruise from the lobbing incident. It was a gentle lob.
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