Cranberries.
Who knew?
I mean...
I think I saw an Ocean Spray commercial once where some farmers were standing in some sort of...
Um...
I think they call it a bog?
When we were in Epcot this year the Food and Wine Festival was going on.
They had a huge bog set up.
It even had a lady in it...er...raking the cranberries or some such.
I suppose I need to google it but I'm not going to.
Feel free to Google it on your own.
What I really should have done is read the dang sign Disney had put up instead of just taking a picture of my foot in front of it.
Cranberries.
I'll learn about them one of these days.
When I see them in the grocery I always give them a sideways glance and say:
"You're not from around here are ya?"
Hmph.
If you think that should be embarrassing to me just wait 'til you hear what happened to me this morning.
See...
I've got a bit of a cold and it's no secret that I have cough drop issues.
I love them and feel like I need them near me constantly.
The two year old finds them and angrily spits them out...
It's all a big cough drop fiasco at our house when I'm sick.
So, this morning I woke up a little late and the kids missed the bus.
Oh, don't judge me.
That stinkin' bus leaves at 6:50 in the morning!
I rolled out of bed this morning and put some sweat pants on...
Wow, that is such a nice mental picture isn't it?
...and schlepped the kids to school.
I stopped at Hardee's (and for that you can judge me) on the way because we had a little extra time.
I even slapped some lipstick on as we drove through the car pool line.
I say bonus point for that!
When I got home I looked in the mirror and saw something...
...troubling.
It was this:
See it yet?
It was a dang cough drop stuck to my shirt!
How did this happen?
How did the boys not notice?
Heck, how did the two year old not notice!?
And mostly, how did the workers at Hardees and the teachers in the car pool line not notice?
Sigh.
What does this have to do with cranberries?
Nothing.
Just thought I'd share.
So back to the elusive cranberry.
Tonight we went to Fresh Market and...
...passed this display:
It was a little miniature cranberry bog.
I call cute on this!
The littlest minion though...she called something else on it.
She reached out her little hand and before I could stop her plucked two cranberries out and popped them in her mouth.
Thievery!
Call the cops!
Signal the weird European police car sounds!
Don't worry, though.
She got her reward.
The taste of the uncooked cranberry was enough to deter her from any further major stealing sprees.
Of cranberries and cough drops anyway.