Oh---Jesus.

Ben and I had a chopped salad for dinner. I had actually never heard of a chopped salad until a couple of weeks ago, when Ben suggested one while we were doing laundry. At first I was skeptical- I'm rather partial to salads where the lettuce is big and leafy and there are big hunks of tomato and nice slices of cucumber and satisfying morsels of everything else- but upon reflection I have found the chopped salad to be a rather genius idea- you can get a little bit of everything onto your fork and then into your mouth! No wonder so many people like them!

You can relax though, because I have no intention about discussing chopped salads any more. The fact that we were cutting some vegetables in the kitchen is really all you need to know. Ben had just cut the top off of a red pepper and removed all the seeds and the strange little parasitic pepper thing that you sometimes find inside the big juicy ones. I snatched the orange-green blob up off the cutting board. "Look," I joked, "it's the baby Jesus."

This lead to an amusing talk of Jesus-es past- the grilled cheese Jesus, the cheetoh Cheesus, the monologue in Lonely Planet where Carl is telling Jody an anecdote about a washer-woman who sees the face of Jesus and/or satan in the plate that she is washing, which reminds me now that I know someone for whom that monologue might be good.

I learned later, while I was making cookies, that Jesus has been pretty busy this week. A man in Maine has alleged that Jesus told him it was okay to squat in someone else's home while they were on vacation (read all about it right HERE). There was no hesitation, of course, because the opinion was seconded by the man's dog. If that weren't enough for him to be certain that he was making the right decision, there was also the promise that he would meet Taylor Swift in the house, and proceed to marry her in the back yard. I'm not sure if it was the dog or Jesus who told him that one, but he's been charged with theft and criminal trespassing. And while I didn't think that I would say this, Jesus may have inadvertently been onto something with this poor guy, who is probably homeless and hungry. Perhaps if he could get a little jail time he'd be able to avoid spending much of the harsh Maine winter outside, and that would be a good thing.

oh, and on a completely un-related note, I have become obsessed with THIS. Maybe it's a maternal motherly woman thing. Maybe it's my love of dogs. Maybe it's just plain awesome. But that dog can feel free to babysit any children I may have.