I was making tacos tonight, and I accidentally left one of the tortillas on the skillet too long when I was warming them up. I pulled it out of the skillet with my handy tongs, and when I flipped the tortilla over onto my cutting board, I was greeted by this image:
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not used to being ‘spooked’ by corn tortillas, so I may have squealed like a sissy a little bit.
And backed away from the counter.
When Chris saw the spine-chilling tortilla, he suggested we take pictures of it and send them in to the local news station.
“Saturdays are usually slow news nights.”, he mused.
I guf-awed and told him he was silly.
But then I remembered that a few nights ago, we were watching the local Oklahoma news, and they’d reported on a woman who claimed to have found the image of Jesus on a potato chip or a hairball or something like that, so I decided that if that freaky old lady could hog up precious air-time, then why the heck can’t I?!
I sent my photo to News Channel 4.
Because, “When in Rome…”