Beans, beans, the musical fruit.

Last week, Brian and I went to the only Jelly Belly Bean factory in the world. As if there weren't already enough reasons to move to Northern California.

I'm not much of an emotional eater, but the last week has been pretty hectic with the traveling, and I'll say that having 10 pounds of rejected Jelly Belly beans has brought me back to the 7th grade, a comfortable, secure, braces-free world with all the gum and candy a girl could want.