Twenty. Pounds.

Oh my word, ya'll. I just bought twenty pounds of bacon. I kid you not. And I did not even get any funny looks.

Weird.

I swear, sometimes, do you guys take the time to read a few other blogs? There are some good writers out there.

I went through these feelings once before. I decided I was doing a disservice to the land o' blogs by having one myself. I thought I was just crowding the web waves with junk and keeping people from reading things actually worth their while. So I thought, oooh! I'll write about it and ask me lovelies (culture, culture!) what they think. Then I thought, no. They'll think I'm fishing for compliments - which is the worst. I am so not a fisher.

So I got a crazy impulse and deleted my blog. I mean deleted it. Gone.

Well, thank goodness Blogger must have been invented by a woman because she knew our fickleness. I came back, like a minute later and everything was still intact. They actually keep it for you for a while. I told you. It had to be a woman.

Now you're stuck with me. I mean, I guess not really, it's not like I'm forcing you to read. Good grief.

I met a lady today who thinks Jesus followers shouldn't have much of a sense of humor. How odd. I'm pretty convinced Jesus has an incredible sense of humor.

This was confirmed the day after I watched that Austin Powers movie with the "moley" guy. Remember? "Moley moley MOLE!!!"

I pulled up to a drive through and there was this guy with a huge mole on his face. It was a trying time for me.

I mean seriously. He was a spitting image.

Orchestrated by Whom? God - with a sense of awesome humor.

It was the only good thing that came from the Austin Powers movie for me. I hate bathroom humor. Anyone can be gross. That's not a talent.

But anyhoo - huuulllloooo. Sense.of.humor.

Exhibit B) Have you seen me?! Well, maybe not. But I'm a girl. And I'm six feet tall. Probably more like 6'1" or 6'2". And I'm a girl.

Huulllooo. Sense.of.humor.

Did I mention how cute I looked when I went and bought my twenty pounds of bacon. Seriously. Twenty pounds. I can not even tell you how ecstatic my husband is going to be.

Aww man. I should have thought and wrapped it up and given it to him for Father's Day.

Oh well.

Anyhoo...I looked cute. And this cute little guy stopped me. You know, admiring the general splendor. Lots of people were today, it was just one of those days.

And then he said, "You have a band-aid stuck to you."

Ooooooh. Thanks.