Friday Sweets.

Yesterday I sliced open this first little watermelon and I was pleased to find it smiling at me, go ahead look closer, it's really smiling. Mostly I was amazed because the very same thing happened last fall. I was making fruit kabobs for the school festival with another mom. I sliced the one below open and was shocked to find this little guy:

They're kind of cute don't you think? We had maybe ten watermelon to dice that day, we ended up throwing most of them in the green can because they were no good, too spongy and would not dice. Pity.

Sunday, Emily and I spent a few fun hours with my sister and my nieces. Renee wouldn't take off her sunglasses for the photo. Someone other than myself should tell her that she is so dang beautiful that it wouldn't matter if she ever touched make-up again! A while back, Renee told me that she stopped by the old house we lived in from about 1978-1983. I had a hard time believing her when she told me that our names were still on the light pole in front of the house.

Emily and I were actually in that neighborhood later that Sunday en route to a birthday party, and I couldn't resist stopping to see if my name was on that pole. Yes, we delinquently graffitied that pole almost 30 years ago and you can plainly see it, well, zoom in a little bit... it's there.

It was interesting to see Emily's reaction. She was so intrigued with that tiny piece of my history. She is starting to ask a lot of questions about mine and Tony's childhood. Sidebar: that was the longest my family lived in one place throughout my entire childhood. Enough said.

If you look at the watermelon again, he will wink at you. ;o)