Wednesday, September 28, 2011

When life throws you lemons... grow them in your stomach and call them Francis Button Lemon. At least, until Sunday when Francis becomes another fruit. The irony of this one is that Jason often refers to me as a lemon because I am incessantly sick. In fact, because I got so sick on our honeymoon, I believe he had a serious conversation with my parents about the return policy on his new defective wife. Stay strong, Francis. You're only a lemon for a few more days.

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