Married. 30. Bungy devotee. Native Ithacan. Oldest of 3. Lover of raw sugar. Loather of plastic, HFCS. Square breather. Utilitarian shoe wearer. Chronic gut groans. Too fancy for my own good. Fine paper appreciator. Bag bringer. Caretaker. Cash coveter. Delectable dessert deliverer. Democrat. Eco enthusiast. Foodie. Gift giver. Kombucha consumer. Part-time pragmatist, part-time pessimist. Relisher of Rachels. Slave to SLOG. Spender. Sullen in spurts. Tovah treasurer.
10.19.2008
Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
Pomegranate Season!
Get ready: my fingers will be green and I'll be bringing pomegranates for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Bodhi Day, Winter Solstice, Boxing Day and Groundhog Day. HORRAY!
Pomegranate Season! 
2 comments:
as good for you as you are cute.
Poms always make me think of this greek story I read in elementary school...something about the seeds.
Poms always make me think of loosing my virginity, I mean my virtual vision glasses.
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