So, here’s the deal. Tarzan and I went to Whole Foods and Lee Lee’s market this past weekend. During this shopping “extravaganza” I purchased 2 Asian Pears. They were hard as rocks so I put them in the fruit basket to ripen.

It has been a few days now, so I figured they were ripe and wanted fruit for breakfast. I took one of the pears out of the basket—it was still hard and I complained that it still wasn’t ripe. Tarzan took the pear, smelled it, squeezed it and assured me it was ripe. I indicated he was wrong :-) and he stated, “Believe me it is ripe, I know pears, if you bite into it your mouth will be filled with pear juice.”

I then washed the pear, got out the apple slicer, put the pear on a plate and pushed the slicer down over it—believe me, when I say push, I mean it. The fruit was not soft inside it was just as firm and hard as an apple.

I then took a section of the pear and took a bite expecting a mouth full of pear juice. Not so. It was hard, had a slight pear taste and I was sorely disappointed. Tarzan asked, “Is it ripe?” I told him that it was not and put (read threw) my piece of pear back on the plate. Tarzan took a piece and ate it and the following conversation ensued:

Tarzan: This isn’t a pear

Me: The sign in the store said it was a pear

Tarzan: Well, it’s not a pear

Me: If it’s not a pear, what is it

Tarzan: I tell you it’s not a pear

Me: I bought pears, if it is not a pear, WHAT IS IT

Tarzan: It’s an ASIAN pear

Me: Oh, so it IS a pear

Tarzan: No, it’s an ASIAN Pear, that is a whole different kind of fruit

Me, but it is a pear, right

Tarzan: (reluctantly) Okay, it is a pear

If I couldn’t have something healthy for breakfast, then I would have something good, I reached for a bag of biscuits left over from last night’s dinner. Tarzan had sealed them in a seal-a-meal bag. I reached in the drawer for the kitchen scissors, it wasn’t there. At that point, I slammed the drawer shut, gave Tarzan a kiss good-bye and stormed out the door as I said over my shoulder “I can’t even find a stupid pair of scissors so I can get a @#$% biscuit.” (sorry Tiana)
Tarzan was holding his sides and rolling on the floor laughing.
Then I was driving down the road to work and the after taste of the PEAR was pretty good and I wished I had eaten more of it.

So, if you have read this far, answer these two questions for me.
1. Why did I have to get so dramatic and make my point by refusing to finish the pear that was not nasty, just not what I expected?
AND
2. Why did I forget my resolve to not swear even if I am being dramatic, clever or angry?

I should have know it was going to be one of those days when I washed my hair this morning and forgot to rinse out the crème rinse and had to get back in the shower….it can only get better, right?