Went to buy bananas the other night. Just bananas. Well, and tea. I’m broke, y’all.
Anywho, my options for bananas were…
Regular bananas… in a bunch… as is.
Organic bananas… in a plastic bag… every single bunch in their own plastic bag.
Well, pick your poison.
My biggest complaints? How the hell am I supposed to make produce phone calls with a plastic wrapping?!
[p.s. stop judging. ain’t nothin’ wrong with a girl in her pjs still at noon.]
This one goes out to my girl, Brittnee… who listened to this song probably a dillion times when we were roommates in college.