Guess what this is

Mitch and I were making out in the kitchen this morning (no we weren't) and he noticed something on the ceiling.  He said, "Is that a chrysalis?" so I got a chair and looked closely to see what kind of animal was now making nuestra casa su casa (that doesn't sound quite right [that phrase is all about the pronouns, isn't it?])  It wasn't an animal, it was a lemon seed.  It stuck to the ceiling by a little bit of pulp and the pulp had hair in it.  This little lemon seed says volumes about what a wild existence we have here in nuestra casa.  What could we possibly have been doing that would cause a lemon seed to get rolled in hair and flung up to the ceiling?  Believe me, it's not fit to write on the internet!  But it was fun!  (actually, I like a little slice of lemon to liven up my diet coke in the morning. [breakfast pop]  That's the extent of the lemony wild fun we have around here.  I don't know how the hair got in it, or how it got flung.  I'm blaming Kira.)

This makes me think that people might be on to something with all their *spring cleaning*.  Maybe I should jump on that bandwagon.  Step one: take lemon seed off the ceiling.  Step Two:  flick the remaining pulp off said ceiling.  Done.  That was easy!