You’re looking at August 19, 2008. And for the record, I know what it was. Figs, obviously. Gorgeous, luscious fresh figs. Figs given to me by my very, very favorite Physical Science teacher, Mrs. G. who used to be Miss P. This sparked a huge debate with hubs and me. I desperately want a fig tree. We have no place for one, except the front yard. He says we can’t have a fruit tree in the front yard! I think he’s crazy. What do you think?? And could I please have some men chime in on this, cause if it’s only the ladies he’ll think your just siding with me in the spirit of womanhood.