This is my photo from Friday. It's a picture of our pet watermelon.

We've had it since... the first week of June I think. That was back when Glen and I were gung-ho about cleaning up the backyard and turning it into a usable space. We cut the grass, bought potted plants to hide the fact that it kind of looks like a construction zone back there, and even made a little temporary patio for our grill. We ate back there a bunch of times. And in the midst of that, Glen bought this watermelon, the perfect barbeque food!

Then, it started to rain. And it rained and rained and rained, and we didn't eat outside. Then it cleared up long enough to go on our camping trip... and we said hey! Let's bring our watermelon on our camping trip -- that will be perfect. And we forgot our watermelon at home.

Then when we came home, I'm told that it continued to rain for most of July, although I have to admit that most of the month is a blur. I do remember one walk to work where even with an umbrella I was completely soaked to above my knees by the time I walked the 5 blocks to the hospital, and it took the majority of the day for my leather shoes to dry out. (It wasn't even raining when I left the house, which is why I wore little leather dress shoes instead of my pink rainboots. Although, in that rain, my boots probably would have been full of water.)

Then August came and it was muggy. And I was on my sub-I rotation. And Glen was studying for the boards. And then when he finished, I started studying for my boards. So sadly, there haven't been many more barbeques.

And, our watermelon is still here.

It feels fine, still solid, doesn't smell bad. Somehow though I have a feeling that we're brewing watermelon liquor in there. Which could turn out to be awesome.

Or not. I'll let you know.