Harvesting in the Parking Lot

Wow! It has been so long since I've done this and everyone is so mad. I am so very sorry. Well there are tons of things to talk about, so I guess I'll just keep posting till I get bored.
So just a little while after I stopped blogging, Zac and I were going to Best Buy to look around and whatever else we felt inclined to do. As we pull into the parking lot we see a whole family of Hispanic descent picking crab apples from the little trees that have been planted to make the parking lot look appealing. Crab apples are little and do not in any way taste good. The church that I grew up next to had crab apple trees and we used to climb them and pretend the bitter fruit was good, when in reality it was disgusting. Mostly the only thing crab apples were good for was to throw at eachother. They were hard as rocks and hurt like heck when they hit your skin. We are in no way raceist, (not even sure how to spell it) to be completely honest I would have laughed and still blogged about the story if the people were white, black, or even blue. (Although, if they were blue that might actually lead to a bigger and better blog topic.)