Pants vs. The Orange Slice

As you may or may not know, lovely Blissfully Unaware reader, there was an out of town guest at DivaStan this week - Tia's friend Pants.

Yes, Pants.

Yes, that's really her name. (Well, okay, it's a nickname.)

ANYWAY! Part of what led Pants to take a vacation to our fair southern state was the promise of all the fresh fruit she could eat for a whole week...cause fresh fruit is apparently both really rare and really pricey in the frozen north.

This means that at any given moment Pants could be seen stuffing down the produce with genuine, unfettered gusto.

So when we took her to a favorite local Chinese restaurant and the orange slices arrived after the meal...she attacked them.

Final Score -
Orange Slice: 2
Pants: juice in eye