On Sunday afternoon, I took all my unread books onto the balcony (twenty-three) and tried to start munching my way through them. FAIL. Within a few minutes, I thought of the gargantuan watermelon sitting severed in the fridge. Nom nom nom.
“Daddy, how the hell do you cut up a watermelon?”
No answer. And then, a snore. And then another.
Hm, it seemed like I was going to have to be an independent watermelon warrior. I grabbed a knife and stuck it into the belly. I felt like I was gutting something. It was oddly exciting. I went all the way around and ended up with this.
Then I thought it would be funny if I did this:
By this time, I couldn’t be bothered to get up for a fork so I started eating with my fingers and it looked real ugly.
So I did this!
Happy August 1st!