lamenting and rejoycing

Sometimes you just have to smash an old melon, as the saying goes. Today Kevin was cleaning out the fridge at our humble church office. I knew there was an old cantelope in there from who knows when. I didn't know whose it was so I didn't eat it. I was really sad to hear that it had gone rotten. Sigh, I perfectly good cantelope gone to waste. But not quite yet! There is one last thing this cantelope could do to fulfill it's destiny and bring honor to it's family. It was a thing that Kevin thought up and that I strongly agreed with (and that Christine strongly did not). Two against one in favor of hurling the sad old melon into the cold concrete. It was cold after all. It was the first day that Autumn decided to show it's true colors and bring our afternoon to a crisp cool climax. So I became Kevin's sidekick for a while and cheered him on while he destroyed the despecible sight. Now I hope it's in heaven enjoying all the "fruits" of it labor. har har.