Every afternoon, around two-thirty, my mouth starts watering, and I know, at that moment, that I would do unspeakable, unspeakable things to have some kind of Asian food.
The new Writing Our Faith class is up. Check it out here.
My friend Corrie sent me two links that show Calvert County at its finest. The first is a bit groan worthy, but it is minutes from my house and involves, yes, chickens.
The second is a lengthy article describing a train-wreck of a local politician. She brings her pigs with her everywhere (in fact, that's why she moved to the county). She regularily brings a pig to the local BBQ joint, which is sick and twisted. I wouldn't bring my children to a cannibal restaurant. Just sayin'
(Also, she hates teachers, which makes her, in my mind, mockable).
Finally, my friend Melissa saw a man dressed like this in the local hardware store.Are you kidding me?