Baby Oranges

I'm trying to blog when the moment strikes so here goes:

I just had a conversation with a co-worker/friend. The combination and definition of that term (or co-terms) will be explored at a later date. We were commenting on the crowded nature of our mini-fridge in the main office, the houser of lunches and sometimes science experiments (let me just say gross - I once had to share fridge space for my turkey sandwich with a dissected frog and that is not natural). So I commented that there was an orange in the fridge that was the largest I had ever seen and I supposed it was a pregnant orange (now please take no offense pregnant women of the world I am in no way saying you are "large" but this orange sure was). Maybe this orange was full of little baby oranges I surmissed and my co-worker/friend said that she loved pregnant oranges to which I was surprised there were such things. She assured me there were and described an orange with another orange attached under the rind. I repelled at the thought of this and could only imagine it to be a siamise orange. I then spoke of an orange that was once twins and one overtook the other. Then she said that the big one must have sucked all the nutrients from the little one. In that moment I realized that our conversation had taken a turn toward insanity. Big oranges, pregnant oranges, twin oranges and oranges that were overtaking the other in growth.