I wasn’t going to make time to post today, but this (for the Just for Fun category) was too good to pass up :). Terri was preparing dinner and came and showed me this potato:
Proverbs 15:17
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Mind Renewers 
Farmed near a nuclear power station???
Here I was, feeling all warm and mushy and fuzzy and gooey over my wife searching through every potato in the shop to find a heart-shaped one for me. And some Canadian comes along and zaps it all.
I never even thought of making a crack like that. I must be getting soft.
Who was the luck person to eat the love potato?
Love is not grasping. The potato went in the pot, so perhaps more than one person ate part of it. Just the way it should be, I think. 🙂