To market to market…to peddle more pears

My wife is beat with a capital “B” by pears with a capital “P.” But it’s her fault, actually. She started it. I had the manly idea of going to the new mall today–things could have turned out much differently had I gotten my way. “I think we need to pick all our pears today,” she said this morning. I cringed inside because I knew … Continue reading To market to market…to peddle more pears