October 24, 2007


Sometimes you get glimpses into your own marriage that indicate perhaps the match is too perfect.

That happened for me when Salad Wife sent this e-mail on Monday:

Sent: Monday, October 22, 2007 4:52 PM
Subject: Here's how

sick I am...I have an apple with butt cheeks and I photographed it and can't bear to eat it until you see it.

As longtime reader(s) of the Salad know, I have a fondness for food that looks for other things. So does Rommie.

So I mention this phenomenon to him.

His reply:

Sent: Monday, October 22, 2007 5:12 PM

I hope itís not a Granny Smith.

Good point.

When I got home that night, I was stunned at the gluteal verisimilitude.

Here's the apple in question:

Apple Bottom

Damn if she wasn't right.

Of course this inspired Salad Boy to jokingly discipline the fruit.

Apple Bottom Spank

Clearly, the apple bottom doesn't fall far from the tree.

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