Because, you might not be sure what's inside a lemon? Because, we want you to know how kind of old and shrivelly these are on the inside?
Ken and I tend to be creatures of pretty mundane habit. Weekends are errands, and laundry, and cleaning up (at little -- not too much). He's been going every weekend for a long time -- has it been almost 2 years? -- to visit his mother whose health is rapidly failing; as her condition worsens, I see the toll it takes on him. So we've recently decided that we need to get out a little more. Maybe every 4 or 6 weeks or so, a meal out, maybe a movie -- and as soon as the weather turns and the snow is off the ground, we'll get out for weekend walks. Given that we kind of saw ourselves needing to make up for lost time (and because we each had a desire to catch a particular movie at the theaters), last weekend we saw the Lego Batman Movie, and today it was Beauty and the Beast. It's a cold and rainy day here, and after the movie we went out to linner (you know, mid-way between lunch and dinner).
World Cup soccer qualifying on the telly, two nice glasses of wine, and it feels like being on vacation.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"