So I post this on Facebook:
What better way to say “I love you” this Valentine’s Day than with the gift of bacon roses?
And to my utter astonishment this conversation unfolds:
Sherry Weddell: I know it sounds impossible . . . but I could live without ever eating bacon again.
Mark Shea: Who are you and what have you done with Sherry Weddell?
Sherry Weddell: Mark: how long have we been friends and we’ve never had the bacon conversation . . .
Sherry Weddell: Which shows how important a conversation it was . . .
Mark Shea: No disciple of Robert Farrar Capon can be indifferent on the subject of bacon. What sort of kidnapping and medical experimentation have they been performing on you in the Cheyenne Mountain Stargate facility there in Colorado Springs? WHO ARE YOU REALLY? Am I speaking to a Go’auld?
Sherry Weddell: I don’t recall any recipes in the Supper of the Lamb (Not the Supper of the Pig!) that contained bacon. Chocolate. Heavy whipping cream. Lamb. I remember them well. But bacon??? Methinks the clogs in your arteries have gone to your head . . .
Mark Shea: If your eyes start glowing on our next Skype call, I am totally calling in a drone strike on your house. Earth must defend itself from the eldritch horror from beyond the stars.
Pray for Sherry’s safe return to us from whatever alien technology has enslaved her mind and heart.