Post Script

Just a little P.S. regarding my fascinating melon post below...

As scintillating as I knew my post on melon shopping would be, I figured I could blow it right out of the water if I included a snapshot of the actual melon. Not wanting to have mounds of crap show up in the background of the photo, I had to bring the melon outside. I took it over to the partially dismantled fort along with a stand that Jake had left on the picnic table. After setting it up, I proceeded to snap several photos, slightly adjusting the melon after each shot.

Finally satisfied that I had captured the true essence of the melon, I took it off the stand. When I turned around, there was Lawnmower Man at the edge of his property, two houses over- his arms hanging lifelessly by his side like usual. Apparently he had been watching my every move.

I waved to him as I grabbed my camera and headed inside with the melon. He never responded. He never moved. He just watched me, slack-jawed with that forty-watt expression on his face as I headed back into the house.

Man, I wish I had kissed that melon before going back in.