The old saying goes "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Unfortunately, it rained lemons, they seemed to be thrown at me from every angle. I'd accumulated an ungodly amount of lemons. Some started to rot, some dried up, others were so sour you could feel your eyes sweat just looking at them. I tried to set up a lemonade stand, I really did, but masking sour with sweet only takes you so far now doesn't it. I was sick of lemonade, and quite frankly, not having it with the lemons. So, I did what any sensible woman would do; gathered them up, traded them for a paper and pen, jotted down a thing or two, and before I knew it, a tale unfolded before me. Needless to say, I present you with my version of lemonade.
