(this was written March 1st,( 2008 or 09 I think)
Found it in my drafts. . so here it is!)
In the above picture, my husband, Curt, and I are picking persimmons in the back yard of a friend whose trees were loaded. We were having a great time filling a sack that had been given to us. I thought I liked persimmons but when I got home I realized that I didn't care for them at all. Curt didn't care for them either. Of course I wrote a nice note to our friends thanking them for the lovely fruit without going into great detail.
I'm sure there is a good moral to this story and I'm working on that! If you think of something, let me know!