Sometimes, I feel a little too true to my hair color.
I recently have discovered my love for grapefruit. I hated them growing up; I thought them way too sour. My brother would dump sugar on them and eat them up. We were blessed enough to go on a cruise for our honeymoon and one of the things they had an abundant supply of on the buffet line each morning was grapefruits. And I fell in love.
Grapefruits are tricky little buggers. I cut them in half, dig in with a spoon, and pledge to wear goggles the next time because I always seem to get hit in the eye with the juice that squirts out like little torpedoes. I sometimes have them as a snack at work and I kid you not, juice flies onto my computer, the phone, me, my stack of papers....
This leads to a moment of inspiration when I was sitting at my desk last week, grapefruit before me, knife in hand, trepidation in my heart....when it dawned on me: why don't I just slice it the way I do an orange and eat it as slices?
(enter sound of me slapping forehead as I ask myself, "Why did I never think of this before????"
Thus, brilliance was born:
I came. I cut. I conquered.