Only 37 More to Go!

Before I die I have a list of things to do. And this weekend I was able to check off No 3!!! I picked blueberries! I left the ranch with a purple tongue stuffed full of blueberries and happiness. BLUEBERRY would be so proud.




* I also discovered that my Yale bound younger genius brother who received an almost perfect SAT score without studying, who bench presses three times my weight, who actually uses large words regularly in his vocabulary and knows how to spell them , is unable to pick blueberries that are ripe. Somehow, picking blueberries that are BLUE rather than white is too hard.