A Forward

At the request of my mother and her best friend, I am beginning this collection of "isn't it odd's" and "who knew's" for them. But do not fret, wandering reader, you're welcome to my life also.

I've titled my blog after my literal pet lemon I had while I was in 2nd grade. My neighbors, the Lyssands, had a very good lemon season. Their tree had produced lemons near the size of grapefruits. I became so attached to one that I had drawn whiskers and eyes on it. The lemon lived in a paper bag that had the details of a dollhouse. My mother, then, made me throw it away once it became moldy.

I felt that this was an appropriate title since it reflected a sense of love for things that are often sour or bitter. (I still describe hell as a place with only Lemon flavored Starbursts.)