The bad boyfriend is back to good boyfriend. My anger has been sated by promises of Miss Congeniality II, Mr. Pibb, and a hot dog.

I am not cheap. I am not cheap. I am not cheap.

Or am I?

Last night, I went over to the boys' place. 

They had spent the afternoon working in the yard, splitting wood, and, yes, breaking axes. After dragging their knuckles around the yard, they invited me to share in their evening meal.

And what, dear reader, do you think comprised their evening meal? They dragged a dish out of the cave - I mean oven - holding a roast, surrounded by cut potatoes. 

Meat and potatoes.  

I shit thee not. Not only that, the roast that they cooked (to perfection) was the single largest piece of meat I have ever seen. Imagine a chunk of beef that's slightly larger than a regulation football. 

As the lid was lifted from the dish, the guys crowded around the fleshy delight, sniffing animalistically, grunting and groaning orgasmicly.

I stared. It was a scene straight out of an "Origins of Humanity" textbook.

Dinner was good. And eventually, their spines straightened and we were able to enjoy wine and yuker.

But some pictures are forever burned into our memories. And the purely biological reaction that the men had to meat - that is one of them.   

I just found out a secret that is SOOOOO hot.

Mollie Collins loved the people around her with everything she had. Settin aside pride and convenience, she held her family together in the face of pain.

If she could find out your name, she could find out your birthday, anniversary, job, faith, and anything else that would give her an excuse to send you a card with the appropriate greeting. Always a personal note from her, letting you know that she loved you so very much, she was praying for you, and she wished you the most wonderful whatever. 

Two beautiful daughters, Brandi & Whitney, a strong husband, Tom, and a lively granddaughter, Peyton are left behind to cherish her memory.

They are the lucky ones. They, who lived so close to Mollie and were showered in her love at every turn.

Tom, and Brandi, and Whitney in their own turn ministered to Mollie as she battled Breast Cancer. They were by her side giving of their time, their tenderness, their tears. They eased the pain in her body and in her heart.

Mollie, walking in faith and love for her Savior, finally left her earthly family to join Him on February 22nd.  

Of so few people is it true that they lived and died well. But Mollie Collins did. She will be remebered tenderly by many, who will do their best to follow her example.   

My oldest friend. She and I are beginning talks to patch things up.

If they go well, my heart will sing.