Well, a not-so- funny thing happened to me this morning!  I had been bustling around the house, doing lots of stuff – nothing much in particular except baking a pound cake (which flopped - again).  It was destined for the freezer to be kept until I needed it on Sunday.  Somehow, I now must disguise it and smother it with Blue Bell ice cream and sliced strawberries and give it new life, or toss it out.  Two choices.  But the whole thing begs the question: What am I doing wrong, girls?   When it comes out of the oven it is stunning – golden,  perfect crust with just the right amount of crevices to catch and hold the drizzle that will come later, extending just the right distance above the tube pan, breath-taking aroma, indescribably gorgeous! A presumed masterpiece!  Not! Suddenly, with no warning (or apology), it diminishes severely in height, and acquires these insidious, thickened areas inside, only to be revealed when you cut it for the VIPs waiting quietly for – well – some semblance of dessert.  I decided to freeze it anyway – in its fallen condition – and hope that when it wakes up on Easter Sunday morning it will take on new life and that its flaws will have taken a hike!  I had tweaked my original recipe, but that did not help.  Somewhere there is a spiritual application here, too.  Aren’t we all glad that God doesn’t toss us away because of our fallen condition?  Maybe the failed cake wasn't totally in vain if it reminded me of something far more important.

Just when I needed a boost – a chuckle, at a minimum – my sweet friend, Sandy Cochran, sent me an e-mail to which I can relate!  I suspect that some of you – or at least some of your close friends – may have encountered these same difficulties.  Some e-mails come and go without too much impact, but I thought this one was too funny to just end up in cyberspace without giving it a proper send-off.  I’m sure it’s been around before and perhaps you have seen it.  I’ll credit my source as Ms. Anonymous, although I’m certain that it is highly possible that one of you may have created it!  Come on, confess, and we’ll clap for you.   Just kidding.  We all know that none of us are yet to the point where we are in need of such drastic make-overs (if you know me, that statement should bring a smile), but at least we can hold the information in abeyance until such time as we may need it.   Here goes:

WOMEN  UNITE!!!!
 
You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.  Well, this kind of cruel theft is happening with other body parts as well!  My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.  I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs.  It was just that quick.

The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal.  Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine?  I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs.  Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans.

Then the thieves struck again.  My rear was next.  I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier.

But my new rear-end was attached at least three inches lower than my original!  I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arms swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush.  This was really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time    What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story.  Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee!  Those "plastic" surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts stolen from you and me!  The next time someone you know has something "lifted", look again - was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX.  This is happening to women everywhere every night.  WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

So, there you have it, girls!  Your chuckle for the day!

I wish all of you a very meaningful Good Friday and a glorious Easter Sunday, when we are reminded of the power of the Cross and His resurrection! 

He is not here; for he is risen, even as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.  Matthew 28:6,
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