My aunt sent me the message that I most love to get yesterday morning. "I have bananas for you." I was especially happy yesterday morning as I suffered through the density of a yellow banana. I cried to Brenda, "I couldn't play with it with my tongue or anything!" Honestly, how do you people stomach bananas with the consistency of bamboo!?

I nearly skipped back to my desk at work, so happy was I! Debbie cautioned, "Don't eat all of those bananas at once!" and I re-tied the plastic bag to seal off the temptation.

Nick and I carpooled yesterday. I smoothed some of my new favorite banana-scented lotion (Christmas present) on my hands as I locked my computer and gathered my things. Tossing my loot into his SUV, he looked sardonically at my wrinkled plastic bag and poked it with his finger. "Bananas?" I nodded with big eyes and closed the door.

Five seconds later he wrinkled his face and exclaimed that he could smell them and couldn't we tie them to the roof or something!? "No, you're probably smelling my hand lotion," I reply, too giddy to have an instant stash of brown bananas to let his boogeriness affect me. I shoved a hand under his nose.

"No. I smell ROTTING BANANAS."

I prefer the term fermented.