Sometime last week, I brought a lemon up to my room so I could put its juice in my hair and make it blond-ish like it was when I was wee. I got distracted, though, and left it on my dresser. Every time I look at it, it makes me giggle.
I really do have the sense of humor of a five-year-old. Fruit on my dresser? Hilarious.
(Please ignore the mess. I am not a tidy person.)