apples to apples

we stopped at a lovely orchard right before the state line of minnesota that, to our delight, had just about every apple you could imagine. honey crisp, macintosh, golden whatnot, and most importantly, caramel. weird tree.
the boys ate some slices of pie and ice cream while the girls ran through the orchard hunting and gathering. i took home a bunch and even snagged a caramel guy for myself, with nuts, thank you. i almost always choose nuts.*
*since 2003
(get it?)
(it's a bit.)
(is this on?)
7 Comments:
Oh, I get it now.
church mouse, you hang in there.
jokes.
jokes?
Traitor.
sappho! i thought you were dead. i wouldn't have.... oh sappho, come back!
this could only be tim sniffen.
or the ghost of sappho. shit, i'm really in for an earful of "land of canaan".
WRONG! It's . . .
(*dramatically rips off rubber Sappho mask*)
. . . ME!
I bet you didn't know they made Sappho masks. Welllll, sister, let me tell you something - they absolutely do. And I've got one. And I just ripped it off.
Sadly, no disguise is needed below the neck. :(
you were my second guess, but i thought long gone were the days where you'd sign in under a pseudomym (thankfully). (you heard me.)
Wait...Sappho had got to be a woman! Is she single? Sappho, call me!
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