Can't you just taste it?



Praise be,

LL

Whitney and I were shopping at the Piggly Wiggly today...and as per usual, we paused for reflection in front of the Little Debbie shrine on aisle 4. We observed a moment of silence. Whitney fell to her knees, overcome by the greatness of the Swiss Cake Rolls, the Star Crunches, the Banana Twins, the Oatmeal Cream Pies, and the Fancy Cakes. I was overcome as well. I gave her my hand...lifting her up and reminding her that Little Debbie also produced Choco-Jells...and she came out of her trance. Choco-Jells??...what was Little Debbie thinking???

We both agreed as we stood there basking in the glory and bounty and beauty of the Little Debbie display that this must be very much like how George Washington felt when he discovered America in 1942.



George Washington discovered America in 1942 and then went on to discover electricity, free the slaves, and make all the Indians move to Oklahoma. Granted, this is all common knowledge. What most people don't know (you will not find this in your history books) is that he also invented Little Debbie snack cakes. George Washington was a great man. A great man indeed.



LL

Well, Whitney and I attended the Christmas party at my late husband's sister's cousin's gynecologist's home earlier this evening. Their daughter spent the entire evening in the dining room, nibbling on her boyfriend's little weiner.

Granted she was raised Methodist. They sprinkle, you know. We must remind ourselves to be tolerant of all faiths. Blessed be.

Lorna

Whitney and I have been just as busy as bees decorating, because we knew we were going to have visitors! Now, doesn't she look fit as a fiddle after a few Tabs, a more comely dress (Butterick pattern #6015C, just in case you seamstresses out there are wondering ), and a tasteful application of Christian cosmetics?

We are truly blessed, are we not?

Lorna

Lloyd, Lamar, and I just got back from our mission trip to Romania. While we were there, we were also able to negotiate an open trade policy for Christian cosmetics with their country. We are truly blessed.

But Lord have mercy! I come back to this blog thing for a little fellowship, and what do I find? People running around like chickens with their heads cut off! Grown men who should know better, dressed up in little devil suits, prancing around with their pointy things sticking out!

Well, the only devilled thing around here is our ham! And furthermore, when we did our skits on the last day of Vacation Bible School, if one of the kids acted out and tried to get all the attention, we called them a "ham".

I wanted to share my recipe for the devilled ham loaf I am making for the covered dish at the Secretionist Church this Sunday...



First, slice up some white bread. REALLY white bread.



Then spread lots of devilled crap all over it. Repeat. Repeat. Repent. Repeat.



Then slather lots of (cream) cheese all over it. Keep those radishes handy.



And there you have it. Now doesn't THAT look yummy?

No nibbling now! It's for Sunday!

Now everyone have a blessed evening Lorna