Life is a bowl of cherries. And I think I just swallowed a pit.
But I’m still breathing….so far.
This reminds me that my grandfather used to say that if you swallow a cherry pit, then a cherry tree will grow out of your belly button. Since my husband insists that we have no room in our yard for a cherry tree (never mind that if we took down that ugly, straggly pine tree in the front yard we would), this may become my last resort.