there is a reason my brilliant daughter aspires to be a Publix cashier when she grows up…
if i won the lottery (which i never will, because i don’t buy tickets…if i have a dollar i’m buying an unsweetened tea with 2 inches of lemonade from chick-fil-a) i’d work at Publix. i’d make up my own job, too. can you imagine if you got to work in the produce department and cut the fruit for the fruit salad all day long? i love cutting fruit. :) cutting board, rachael ray knife, watermelons, pineapples, honeydew…pretty colors…it’s like art. so that’d be the first half of my day. the second half of my day i’d work in the bakery, decorating cakes. seriously, can you think of a possibly more awesome job? the only thing better would be somehow leveraging cake-decorating for Jesus, which i have actually managed to do on a couple of occasions. for example, when i chaperoned a choir tour a couple of years ago, i got to make a strawberry cake large enough for 65 teenagers to celebrate a kid’s 16th birthday.
when strawberry cakes = serving Jesus, awesomeness has arrived.
but alas, i cannot work for Publix. so until i win the lottery, feeding my friends will have to do.

Happy Birthday, Liz! (you know, yesterday.)
Check out this fun picture from…about 1994. We’re getting old. :-)

and, in case you were wondering, i’m encouraging Katelynn to go to business school and become the CEO at Publix. i figured it’ll be difficult to motivate her through a post-secondary degree for the prospect of 7 bucks an hour.