it's the thought that counts

My husband, wanting to be a sweetheart, placed a peach in my bag for me to snack on before I headed off for work this morning (he knows food makes me happy). Thing is, in his zombie-esque state at 6am in the morning, he didn't think to wrap it in anything. The peach was really ripe and well, you get the picture....

Anyhow, there's peach carnage smeared all over the inside of my bag now. The up side is that there's a plume of sticky sweet fragrance covering up the smell of mildew in my office.