No, we're not flinging watermelons at each other down here in Arizona. Although . . . I do think more than a few politicians here right now deserve a watermelon in the face! But that's a whole 'nother story and I won't wade into that now.
Actually, grocery stores are once again having watermelon wars. Every chain seems to have watermelons at silly prices. I'm thrilled because I love watermelon! I bought 2 @ $1.50 each yesterday at Fresh & Easy. Then when I got home, I noticed Sprouts also had them for $1.50.
So . . . I am officially putting myself on the Watermelon Diet to combat my current status. All work and no play has made Beck pastier and pudgier. I didn't do well in that captive office setting where I could only eat at break times and lunch. Like a caged animal -- I feared when my next meal would present itself, so I made hay at ever available feeding. And now it's time to pay the piper and get back on the road to Wellsville.
So, I MUST prevail! (Or at least try!)
Here's a funny sidenote. I googled to find that top photo. After I posted it, I noticed the photo was taken at my alma mater, K-State. And even more coincidental, the girls involved were from my sorority, Kappa Alpha Theta! The Watermelon Bust must be new. I think we were chasing Sigma Chi's for their derbies when I was in college. Actually, it was the 70's and we refused to demean ourselves by chasing fraternity boys and fighting other women for silly derbies. If I remember right, the Sigma Chi's delivered a huge box of Zero candy bars to our door in response. HA!