This is my little friend Bridget after she ate a mango a while back. I also look like this after I eat an early mango. They're stringy and juicy and impossible to eat politely. I call them mango floss.
Being able to eat mangoes with no shame is one of the benefits of being single here. Another one is that I don't have to have my fan oscillate. It points right at me all the time. No sharing. Bliss.
Now, mangoes and fans may not seem like a big deal, but when it's 105 degrees and humid, they are pretty picking important.
I've been thinking about blogging about this for a while, Dennis' post about embracing your season finally got me to do it.
But, I needed to find something just a smidge deeper than food and cool moving air to talk about. And thinking about that was a good thing for me to do, especially lately.
Being single in mmm-BELLY-may Land forces me to really depend on mmmBELLYmay speakers to get my job done. And since my job is helping them tell God's story in their language, that's not a bad thing at all.
Anyone want a mango?