“Pine-Apple-ing”

So I walked into our bathroom, an hour or so ago, in order to, well you know.

I started to sit down and saw this …

“Wait, what’s going on?” I thought, as I leisurely, then worriedly gazed at the curtained window. “Is this my bathroom?! Where AM I?”

“Is that an alien just outside my bathroom window? Look at his/her TALL hair!”

Terrified, I was ready to squeal, to yell for HR (Husband Robert- you know that!) to come help me, when I decided that, “No, let’s pull back the curtain. Kind of like with the Wizard of Oz.”

And then I realized.

HR had just put the pineapple in the bathroom window to catch some sun and ripen a bit more.

But seriously, IN THE BATHROOM?!