come, mr. tallyman

i have an addiction.
a passion.
a love.

the reason?
In the words of my girl Gwen Stefani...
"B-A-N-A-N-A-S."

it's true. i love anything and everything banana flavored. I've always had a penchant for flavors of the tropical persuasion....coconut ice cream cones fill me with joy from head to toe.

But banana.....oh banana.

Popsicles......pies....ice cream....candy....the fruit itself...did i mention banana popsicles?
it's always been a shame that banana popsicles are relegated to share box space with other flavors. The best brand of this yellow, frozen snack of joy always comes alongside its distant cousins, root beer and lime. Now, i can dig the root beer flavor for sure....but lime? It's a rare instance for me. It's not an awful flavor....but it's not amazing...and it's in a completely different ball game than banana.

You're out of your league, el limo.

My newest love: Banana Creme yoplait yogurt. With real chunks of banana in it.
Breakfast will never be the same.

if evolution has any truth to it, i came straight from the breed of monkey who likes bananas best. No bugs or leaves for me....
A girl needs her potassium, after all.

p.s. i only think bananas have potassium because i saw it on a disney channel original movie. if they have misled me, don't correct me. i will live on in awesomely-cheesy-unrealistic-yet-so-appealing-meant-for-preteens BLISS.
But THAT....is a blog for another day.