What I see out my kitchen window...
Does it make me miss seeing the crazy homeless guy's ass crack in the AM instead? Hmmm... Too close to call.
I don't remember what book it was, but I'm getting a flashback of a woman leaning out her kitchen window and picking an orange or something of the sort and eating it... Or was it just Cher from "Clueless" picking a lemon from a tree outside her fathers office for his tea? Again, too close to call.
Must learn to make banana muffins ASAP.