I have lots to say about my weekend. It was busy, and I have photos for at least part of my doings. However, I’m not going to talk about any of that just now, and instead, share a curiosity that has had our family chatting for most of the week.
My daughter participated in a fundraiser for her school band where they sold Florida citrus and other fruits for the holidays. I ordered a box of navel oranges, and all at once, when I saw the label, I thought, “should I laugh, or be afraid?” Look at the name of the inspector of my oranges:
Just who is this Yolanda, and why is she Angry? All I can say is that I hope she’s happier than her name would suggest… who would want to eat fruit inspected by an angry inspector? Thoughts of poisonous spiders and unwanted sputum have crossed my mind, but, thankfully, the oranges are delicious!
I wish you every happiness, Yolanda, wherever you are.