>Last week, Suebob posted a photo of a moldy cantaloupe that she found in her fridge. I showed it to Husband, and he asked me if it was named Archibald. (When his mother was growing up, her British father found a moldy - or mouldy? - cantaloupe in their house, and named it Archibald.)

Then last night, Husband sheepishly approached me while I sat at the computer desk, hiding something behind his back.

"Can you take out some trash?" he asked. (He was in his pajamas, whereas I was still dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.)

I had a sinking feeling that I knew what he was holding. When I said sure, he whipped out a bag with a moldy clementine. Seriously, seriously, moldy. Before I chucked it, I had to snap a shot:

As I threw it out, I sang it a funeral dirge. Oh my darlin, oh my darlin, o my darlin Clementine/You were lost and gone forever/Oh my darlin Clementine.

Happy Inauguration Day!!!!!