Watermelons:p

Hot summer days and watermelon go together like: Donald Trump and bad haircuts. If a person lives in a place called 'Dixie' they can pick a 'good' watermelon from a 'bad' watermelon standing on their heads. Right? WRONG! I've lived in 'dixie' my entire life and in that time have 'only' picked ONE 'good' watermelon. Since I'm not a big fan of 'take the blame' I've decided that it isn't me, it's THEM! By them I mean the watermelons. I can hear it now, 'uh oh, here she comes, ok, all you tasteless, or NEARLY tasteless, guys, front and center, p.d.q.' 'Now, remember, look INNOCENT!' 'Wow, look she took Wally, talk about a guy with no taste, I wish I could be there when she takes her first bite! Ha, ha, got her again!!!!' Yep, this is what happens, I'm sure of it. So when it comes to summer fun, I'll come if invited I just won't bring the WATERMELON!