This year, our pomegranate tree decided to set more fruit on the shaded eastern side than on any other side. Six of them there, hovering about chest-height in front of the gate, making going to and from the back yard from the driveway an obstacle course.
I think I want to eat this squad before Bernie gets into full pomegranate jelly-making mode.
Oh, and though I would not at all want to tread on the NFL's toes by posting "descriptions of the game," the Jets did not suck as badly against the Texans as they did against the 49er's last week.
Go Jets ... sort of.
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