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Squishy plums and nectarines

We all hear stories of the food cravings women get during pregnancy. Sometimes it's weird stuff. 

But what do you do if her craving is something you're totally objected to? Right now Staci's hankering squishy plums and nectarines. 
I'm totally disgusted by them...they are basically rotten fruit and she loves them.

But I want to make her happy so I went on the hunt for rotting, dying fruit.

There I was at the grocery store trying to pick out some squishy fruit. While most people feel the fruit for ripeness I was feeling it for death. It was hard to find rotten fruit amongst perfectly ripe goodness. And I couldn't really complain about the condition the fruit was in.

But finally after digging in the back of the plums I found a cache of what Staci was looking for. I got the squishy fruit and she was super happy. Her smile was worth touching that gross fruit...and she'll never know that I didn't buy her the squishiest (I just couldn't bring myself to get the worst.)

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