It’s like I’m the chosen one. Also, the best baby carrot ever.
Remember a long time ago when I was complaining about the lucky people who get to see outlines of Jesus in their tree stumps, or Mary in their burnt toast?
Then, I found that magnificent thing in my potato bag.
Well clearly I’ve been chosen for something special, because yesterday I found this:
I’m not sure why this keeps happening to me. I have a hunch that I’m supposed to do something that will change society for the better. I think it’s a coffee table book…
with pictures of dirty vegetables…
Don’t be jealous.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.