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30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour


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Paula Wooters said…
I'll take the cute little bottle on the left.
4 October 2012 at 07:43
nonamedufus said…
The lemon oil? Yuck.
4 October 2012 at 07:58
Ziva said…
Who has lemon oil at home?
4 October 2012 at 08:01
nonamedufus said…
We do! I found it in the pantry.
4 October 2012 at 08:10
Pat Kumicich said…
I do - use it to polish my wood furniture
4 October 2012 at 08:29
Katherine said…
Reaaly pretty picture... the shadow is especially nice!
4 October 2012 at 08:43
nonamedufus said…
Well, there you go! Ziva doesn't clean as you can tell by her picture today.
4 October 2012 at 08:53
mike said…
I always buy grapefruits but forget to eat them.
4 October 2012 at 09:01
nonamedufus said…
My wife loves grapefruit. Me, not so much.
4 October 2012 at 09:05
Nicky said…
What does one do with lemon oil? Besides polish wood furniture?
4 October 2012 at 09:42
nonamedufus said…
I think it's used in cooking.I'll have to ask my magnificent chef, Mrs. D.
4 October 2012 at 10:41
nonamedufus said…
I pucker up just looking at it.
4 October 2012 at 10:41
Cheryl said…
A two-fer. Nicely done, Dufus. I'm such a non-foodie I had to read the comments to figure out what kind of citrus fruit that was. I figured out the oil just fine (thank gawd for labels).
4 October 2012 at 10:46
nonamedufus said…
It's actually a lemon. It just looks like a grapefruit.
4 October 2012 at 10:49
Barb said…
very "on topic"! nice job!
4 October 2012 at 11:27
Laughing Mom said…
I have lemon oil for furniture - it's great on old wood, but I've certainly never tasted it!
4 October 2012 at 11:28
Cheryl said…
I thought it was a lemon but figured the others must know their fruit better than I do. That's the last time I rely on this group for information.
4 October 2012 at 11:53
MikeWJ said…
We do, too! It's good for cooking. And polishing the piano.
4 October 2012 at 12:36
MikeWJ said…
Okay, after looking at three photos of lemons (and lemon oil), that old Peter, Paul and Mary song popped into my head. Sing with me, NoName:

Lemon tree, very pretty
And the flower, oh so sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
Is impossible to eat

(swelling orchestral arrangement)
4 October 2012 at 12:38
Ziva said…
Oh fuck off, Mike, as if you'd ever polish anything other than.. well, you know.
4 October 2012 at 12:46
MikeWJ said…
Yeah, okay, you might be right. But not with lemon oil. It stings like hell, and you'd be VERY surprised to learn how much 11 solid inches (28 solid centimeters) of pain can ruin your day.
4 October 2012 at 12:56
Ziva said…
11 inches? Dream on.
4 October 2012 at 12:58
Margaret said…
You and I are BOTH lemons today, Dufus!
4 October 2012 at 13:09
MikeWJ said…
Oops! I had the ruler backwards.

Sorry. I hope I didn't get anybody's hopes up. So to speak.

Carry on.
4 October 2012 at 13:19
Lauren said…
You definitely made lemonade out of that shot.
4 October 2012 at 13:51
nonamedufus said…
The others know nothing about fruit apparently.
4 October 2012 at 14:34
nonamedufus said…
I think I have. I think Mrs D sneaks it into dishes she makes.
4 October 2012 at 14:36
nonamedufus said…
You're not reminded of Led Zeppelin's The Lemon Song?
4 October 2012 at 14:38
nonamedufus said…
I guess we're a couple of sour pusses.
4 October 2012 at 14:39
nonamedufus said…
Ha, ha. When life gives you lemons...
4 October 2012 at 14:39
Monique Renae said…
I use lemon chunks to keep my microwave and garbage disposal smelling lovely... I wonder if lemon oil would do the same trick.
4 October 2012 at 15:04
nonamedufus said…
Garbage disposal I get but microwave. How do you do that?
4 October 2012 at 15:20
Indigo Roth said…
Hey Dufus! I like this one. But is that a lemon? Looks more like a plum? I'm just asking. Indigo
4 October 2012 at 15:46
Monique Renae said…
Take a few chunks and put it in a bowl with a little bit of water. It becomes beautifully lemon scented steam which makes the microwave nice and fresh!
4 October 2012 at 16:09
nonamedufus said…
It is an odd looking lemon, isn't it.
4 October 2012 at 16:39
nonamedufus said…
Cool.You learn something every day.
4 October 2012 at 16:41
Paula Wooters said…
Lemon oil? I thought it was one of those little liquor bottles they give you on airlines. (I think I need new glasses.)
4 October 2012 at 16:43
nonamedufus said…
Piano, right. Hear that, Ziva?
4 October 2012 at 17:03
nonamedufus said…
I think you need some lotion.
4 October 2012 at 17:03
nonamedufus said…
I think you need a lot of lotion.
4 October 2012 at 17:04
nonamedufus said…
But 11 backwards is 11.
4 October 2012 at 17:06
Ziva said…
Oh, I hear it, dufus. You know what I also hear? The sound my whip makes when it connects with your backside.
4 October 2012 at 17:09
nonamedufus said…
Okay, just checking.
4 October 2012 at 17:25
Jamie Baker said…
Yep, straight up sour.
4 October 2012 at 17:28
ladyV said…
sour to the 2nd power.
4 October 2012 at 18:50
Coco said…
It's a straight sour photo and pretty one!
4 October 2012 at 19:32
nonamedufus said…
Well, thank you.
4 October 2012 at 19:46
Junebug said…
I love the smell of lemon but not the taste of lemon.
5 October 2012 at 01:12
nonamedufus said…
I'm with you, Junebug.
5 October 2012 at 08:38
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