I don’t know where to start.

These are watermelon outfits.

MATCHING watermelon outfits, no less.

Granny loved to have her babies dressed in matching outfits.  Why these outfits had to feature large watermelons and candy-cane striped legging-shorts, I’m not sure.

Looks like we were taking it pretty well.

This is one of my family’s favorite types of shots: age order.  It also used to be height order.  It is no longer and hasn’t been in almost 10 years, but it’s hard for me to talk about.

This is just super attractive.   I don’t know why Granny didn’t have the photo enlarged, framed and then hung in her dining room.

This is how being dressed in a matching watermelon outfit affects one’s state of mind.

I would like the record to show that I am the most tan of the four girls in this photo.  This might have been the only time in the history of our co-existence that this was the case.

As if it weren’t special enough that we all owned one matching, watermelon outfit, looks like cousin Lauren and I had already dabbled in matching fruit-wear.

Obviously, it was a good look for us.

And here we have yet another watermelon outfit.  At least this one wasn’t matching.  Cousin Kristen made that watermelon look pretty darn cute, except for that really peculiar face she was making.

As for the caged animal, I believe this was the year that cousin Lauren won a bunny at the fair.  We didn’t really know what to do with him.

I think that covers all of the melon-y felonies of my youth.

Y’all be careful,

Sugarlump

P.S. I think the world might be a better place without legging-shorts.