I took on too much.
SHOCKER. THAT'S SO UNLIKE ME.
But then yesterday I received a good sign from the powers above.
|My Jesus Bird Cherry. Winston.|
That's a cherry. I was eating cherries ('tis the season), and I came across this little guy. Not just any cherry. A BIRD cherry.
And then I paraded him around the office spreading good cheer.
Which made me realize that this is not just any ol' bird cherry. This bird cherry is very obviously possessed by Jesus. Because only Jesus spreads cheer as much as this bird cherry. Or is that Santa? Whichever. Either way, this Jesus Bird Cherry is my new best friend. I call him Winston.
So I placed him strategically up against my banana - for scale - so I could show him off to all of you.
And spread more cheer.
Because if my Jesus Bird Cherry is good for anything, it's spreading cheer.
Which is why he's still sitting on my desk. Staring at me.
Until he rots.
*Hubby contributed that last line and then we laughed for five minutes.
We were at Ma In Laws's last week and she had THIS to show me.
Meet my late friend, and Winston's distant cousin, PENIS BIRD TOMATO.