Okay, I know my Spanish sucks...how in the world do you say fruit bowl in Espanol?
Yes, this is an inside joke that I'm sharing with those of you who got stuck sitting next to me this past weekend at Scrapbook Central's 3 day crop!!!! I don't like fruit bowls!!!! 
No, your eyes are not deceiving you...Yes, you are staring at leftover fruit....
leftover fruit from the fruit bowl that caused me so much pain and suffering last night...
stupid leftover fruit that caused me to have a meltdown and sob on the floor like a whiny crybaby in front of my poor scrap booking friends...
amazing friends who fed me MMs, told me stories about Super Nanny, and allowed me to "have a moment" and be myself without judging me...
friends that let me hide on the floor in the corner, chomping on chocolate, until my puffy crybaby eyeballs shrunk back down to their normal size...
friends that didn't gag when in my sorrow, I absentmindedly wiped my runny nose like a 2 year would---with my hand instead of a tissue...
friends that call when they're at Starbucks so they can bring back a yummy Cafe Mocha to make everything alright.
And all this drama because of what? Because of the stupid fruit bowl that I rushed out like a crazy person to get at 10:30 pm last night.
The fruit that no one really ate. The fruit that is sitting on my dining room table going bad. The fruit that I want to pelt people in the face with...Yes, I know, it all sounds evil. I'm sorry. I was just having a moment...
Okay, I feel better. And the moral of this story?
JUST SAY NO...
NO, TO FRUIT BOWLS!
