I cleaned out the fridge the other day and way, way off in the back was a cantaloupe that we had both forgotten. Instead of dissolving into a viscous mass of seething goo, it had kind of dehydrated into this very odd shape. I saved it to show the spousal unit.

Oh be quiet.

That is NOT a weird thing to do.

Oh be quiet.

So the spousal unit came home and I showed him the Cantaloupe That Should Be Goo But Isn�t.

For those of my three loyal readers who are still zygotes, yes, this is exactly the sort of excitement to which you can look forward when you, too, are in your fifties.

I can feel your anticipation from here.

Together we contemplated the Cantaloupe That Should Be Goo But Isn't. I opined that that it looked like an asteroid. Solemnly, he studied it. He told me I was completely wrong, and it looked like a dinosaur head.

I know.

It amazes me, too, that we have managed to be married this long, what with all the wrong-headed notions rattling around in this man�s head.

I repeated my assertion that it looked like an asteroid.

He rolled his eyes.

I rolled my eyes.

It was an impasse.

This picture shows what I saw by my plate when I came down for breakfast.

Yes, to make his point he DREW a dinosaur face on the Cantaloupe That Should Be Goo But Isn't.

I'm still laughing.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 188.51 miles (303.3 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers