Friday, September 19, 2008
About a month ago, my mom gave me some green tomatoes from her garden. I actually fried them - I've always wanted to try that, ever since I read Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, and they turned out really good!!! Anywho, when Dylan saw this particular green tomato, he goes, "Mom, this tomato looks like a butt. Or boobs." I don't know to whose boobs he is referring, because my boobs certainly don't look like that! I've never had a cleavage in my life! And I'd like to think that mine aren't misshapen, like the tomato boobs in the above picture - one pointing down and one of them trying to run in the opposite direction.