It’s two posts in one! Two posts in one! Oh, an exciting day. You’re welcome, dear ones.
Let’s leave the budgety stuff for last and get right down to the lemons, yeah?
Lemons. As you may recall, I came home from California with eight contraband lemons stowed in my bag. What? I didn’t mention anything about contraband before? Well, maybe they weren’t, going in the northerly direction. After all, Oregon is a pretty laid back, pragmatic kind of place. (I did smuggle apples and bananas into California on the way in, though. Going from Oregon into California on I-5, they stop you at the border and ask if you have any fresh fruit or plants in your car. “No, ma’am.” I wasn’t technically lying at the time, because I’d forgotten we had a bag of fruit in the back seat. But we did. So there you go. Turns out illegal fruit is much tastier than its tamer law-abiding cousins.)
