when life gives you lemons
What the hell does that mean anyway? When life gives you lemons? I might not mind life giving me a few lemons…it’s the whole, “pulling the rug out from under me” thing I have a problem with.
Welcome to Wednesday’s challenge blog. Or as I like to call it…here’s lemon juice in your eye. Do I sound bitter? (Get it? Lemons? Bitter?) Ok, ok…bad joke. But seriously…lemons can be far more dangerous than their bright sunny appearance would indicate. Have you ever been hit in the back of the head by a low flying lemon? No, me either (Mrs. Doubtfire called it a “Run-by fruiting.”) but I imagine it would hurt! Or what about a whole lemon tree? Don’t stand under the lemon tree…especially if there happens to be a lightning storm and all that.
Lemons could kill you!
Ok…so lemons don’t kill people…people kill people. But rub a little lemon juice in the wound and it’s not going to be pretty!
Hey, I’m not saying I don’t like lemons. There’s nothing as refreshing as fresh squeezed lemonade on a hot day. And lemon pie is pretty tasty. I rather like frosted lemon cookies. And I’m even partial to lemon pledge. But trust me when I say…there are way worse things than life giving you a few lemons. In fact, bring them on. Back the truck up and pour them right here. I’m ready for some lemons.
Hey, if I can manage to get a Christmas tree in here, I can hang those damn lemons from the branches!
Until the next time…I’ll be making lemonade!