I saw this sign in Lake City, Florida. Who the heck is Worm?
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My mom has gotten me hooked on cantaloupe (as well as honeydew melon) for breakfast in the morning. Whenever we go down there to visit, she always has a bunch cut up just waiting to be savored. She also makes homemade banana nut bread, but that is for an entirely different post.

While dragging my sorry, exhausted butt around the grocery store last night, I picked up a cantaloupe of my own. When I returned home, I cut it up, and put it into a container to bring to work. This has to be one of the better melons I've had in a long time. It had ripened to perfection and was sweet enough to make my taste buds explode in an orgasmic fantasy. Ok, how about it was really good? And I have enough of it left to eat for breakfast for the rest of the week.

It really doesn't take too much to make me happy. For example, it almost made me forget that my oldest child got away with my deodorant. Again. It's bad enough that I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning. It's worse when I am getting ready and find that my brand new deodorant is no where to be found.

I honestly don't mind sharing it. Especially now that she has realized there is no need to spread it, not only on her armpits, but underneath the entire length of her arm, as well as her side. That one took a while to correct. The only thing I ask is that she return it to it's rightful place on the shelf. Where I can find it. Easily.

[sidenote: Let's not talk about razors m'kay?]

What did I do this time? Why I did what any mother-of-the-year would do. I woke her up. At 5:00. In the morning. And made her find it.