Either you like bacon or you're wrong.

From friend Jeff.

Church was Easter full this morning and we were joined by friends Bob & Marla. After the service we went to the Countryside Restaurant in Veneta, a dive of a place with good food and waitresses (not servers), then back to our place for a tour of this three acres and more visiting. We talked about the lot they were looking at in Heceta, adjacent to some beautiful wetlands, and their plans for building a house on it. Two hours after they left here they'd had another meeting with the architect, and alas, he told them the lot map they got was so inadequate that chances of getting permits for building and septic were too risky. So at least at this point they won't be neighbors.
Bummer.

Like teenage boys, the chicks' voices are starting to change. This is the point at which they're beginning to make something closer to a cluck sound, especially when they're arguing over who gets that particularly interesting piece of pine shaving. We're working on the pecking order.

I got 98% of the things I'm taking out to Cory and Kim in the throw-away suitcase Pam got from Goodwill. The other 2% will have to go in my suitcase because it came in at three pounds over the 50-pound limit. Now I'm hoping our digital bathroom scale is accurate.

I didn't do a bracket this year so I haven't paid real close attention to the tournament. I kept track of the Oregon Ducks, but not much beyond that. Now that we're getting down to the final four I'm more interested, except that none of these teams interests me. No Cinderella story, nothing close to local....

Local TV stations carry clever ads for the OR state lottery running across from ads for the state agency that will help you with a gambling addiction. Anybody else find that incongruous?