Well all in all I’d say it’s been a fairly uneventful couple of days – just your average weekend filled with a hurricane, a house guest we tricked into cleaning, and then a little party where 40 or so people came to visit.
While at the grocery store yesterday, procuring supplies for the soiree, we bought a watermelon – partially because the shelves were still completely devoid of milk, bread, eggs, and cheese – but mostly because I really like watermelons. Though lately, they seem a little threatening. Because I’ve always imagined that’s what childbirth is like, right? Passing a watermelon through your left nostril? That’s how you envision it too, right? I mean, who doesn’t? Granted they haven’t used that analogy in the pregnancy book I’m currently reading, but there’s still a chapter or two to go. If they have that diagram of a baby foot hanging out of a lady’s kayak, I’m sure they have no qualms about terrifying ladies with images of them blowing large, fleshy melons out their hooches. Or stealing issues of US Weekly from a girl’s mailbox. Or peeing all over toilet seats. Or sautÃ©ing kittens.
So this watermelon made me think of the actual birthing process. And shoulders. *shudders* Which made me think of that contortionist guy with the tennis racquet. And now I’m obsessed. And habitually crossing my legs.
What? Don’t remember him? Never fear, I found a video.
Yeah. So. There’s that.
In other news, I don’t think I’ll be watching much of the U.S. Open this year.