Fruit of the Loon

my absolute favorite thing (if i have to pick just one, lol) about having my braces tightened is stuffing as much food in my face as possible before the painkillers wear off!

that was an unrelated intro to storytime. now it's storytime. put on your reading helmets.

so my parents are in greece for 2 weeks. i dropped them off there on wednesday after work. yes, directly in greece. rush hour was light so it wasn't a big deal. but an interesting development came to light after their departure. the fact is i’m in a big scary house by myself for 2 weeks. as if that weren’t enough, well...how do i put this? my parents left me a cryptic test to complete in their absence. or at least that’s the most i can figure out about it.

listen. here's the thing. i'm operating on very little sleep right now (for me, i mean, you might snort in disgust if you heard my stats) so my hold on logic is questionable but i'm still making an attempt so please bear with me.

ok so i'm in charge of the house while the folksies are gone so that includes picking up the mail and newspaper everyday, taking out the trash and recycling once a week, and eating any and all perishable food in a timely manner.

but wait, let's zoom in on that last one. eating any and all perishable food in a timely manner. my parents left me some curries to eat, some vegetables and a swarthy stock of bananas.

but wait.

again.

let's zoom in on that last one. there are an obscene number of bananas in my house right now. i found a giant cluster that i found a bit threatening. but i negotiated that a diligent diet of 3 nanners a day would nip the surplus in the bud. that was before i discovered another hearty bunch of yellow bandits resting on the other side of the kitchen. what?! at this point, i considered filing a complaint. but with who? and how?

the worst part is all kazillion jillion of them are a deep yellow with the first signs of freckles, which in the banana world is a signal for "primetime." so i think this is some kind of test, basically. i still live with my parents. and they want to know what kind of person i am. how do i handle a house full of bananas? with grace and poise? or with frustration and shame?

banana bread is an easy way out. stew? maybe. this is a true test of will and resourcefulness. may the best soulsearcher win.

one last ironic curveball. one of the bananas is a completely straight line. it's like, "thanks, i was completely confused already. now i'm just upset."

proof:

normal banana on right, deviant on left