Happiness

Happiness is a watermelon in the fridge. More happiness will be the eating thereof. And, grabbed from a friend’s feed, here’s a gratuitous funny:

Watermelon

The family story, often told by my mother, is that she ate half of a Black Diamond watermelon the night before I was born. I was born on a Monday, so she would have devoured this watermelon in New Orleans after a church social, which was after the evening worship service at some Baptist church.