A week later, I'm still reaping the benefits of Valentine's Day dinner.

I've eaten watermelon every day since that blessed holiday, on which my darling wife and I dined in the middle of the living room floor. The location is a fairly typical place for us to eat. I often ask her, "Do you want to eat at the table or have a picnic?" Our frequent picnics rarely range outside, but they move from the dining room floor to the floor of the office that holds our Xbox to on top of the oh-so-comfy comforter in the bedroom.

The meal was quite different than usual. It was a treat to have picnic food for our picnic -- various salads, potato chips, ice cream, and watermelon.

And watermelon. And watermelon. And watermelon.

I held a big, blue container of watermelon as I talked to my co-worker Brandon today. "Is that more watermelon?" he asked. Yesterday, I had offered to share with him.

Yes, it was watermelon again, and it was accidentally frozen by the office's overzealous minifridge, I told him. 

For $5, I got to eat one of my favorite fruits for the rest of the week. I have one serving left on the top shelf of my fridge at home, and it's  all mine. One last treat. One last reminder that summer isn't that far away. More picnics are coming soon.

Don't question a man and his watermelon.