skit Ellen does with the go-gurt? I always think of that when I have my pomegranate, split in front of me. But, unlike yogurt, pomegranates really do have you down for the count. I come upon them in their enormous cardboard box at the grocery store like they're surrounded by angelic light and singing to me. I just love them. I have to end this post so I can go eat one.
*pictures of Parker and I torturing each other while he watches Sprout. His eye contact is barely broken with the television, despite it. Such determination! Now I'm going to go take a cue from yesterday's post and do something with my face. Black and white filters can only do so much.