I tried. I really tried.
I so wanted to spend Easter in my home church.
I made it home late on Saturday night. I crashed for the night, intending to be up bright and early for church.
Well, probably not
bright and early. But certainly in time for the worship service.
I forgot all about daylight savings time. Did that start today or something?
When I got to church, the furniture was all moved around. I went to the front, hoping there had been communion and I'd be able to take the sacraments to my comfort.
All I saw were plants that I think might be toxic to pigs, and plastic eggs. I know from experience that those aren't very tasty.
Thankfully, I was invited out for lunch.
I arrived at my hosts' home and admired the lovely table setting, especially a yummy looking centerpiece.
They didn't have a chair high enough for me to reach the table so they invited me onto the table to eat.
After the blessing, I headed straight for those flowers. I think pink flowers are the most flavorful, don't you?
Imagine my
shock and
horror when I rounded the vase, looking for a good spot for munching.
There was...oh, I'm not sure I can even say it...a...HAM!
I hated to eat and run but I grabbed a couple of those flowers and was on my way.
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