He has kept me safe from harm as he watches over my from the shelf above my work station. He wasn't too happy with cubicle life at first but I think he's grown used to it. My coworkers marvel in that His divine eyes ACTUALLY follow you as you walk around the room.

For those who missed it, here is the original posting: Heart Shaped Potato Jesus.

The Christians got it wrong again, as they so often do. Sure, they come close, but they don't quite hit the mark. (You know why Baptists don't have sex, right? Because it might lead to dancing.) At any rate, the Christians celebrate the birth of Christ on December 25. I first blogged about the heart shaped potato on Dec. 13, so there is a bit of a discrepancy there.

The wise men brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the Savior. We're thinking more along the lines of sour cream, chives and butter.

At any rate, if we can avoid that sort of Last Supper, the heart shaped potat -- no, strike that, it should be capitalized to show proper respect. Let me start over...

At any rate, if we can avoid that sort of Last Supper, the Heart Shaped Potato Jesus may live to his second birthday. Check back in a year to see how His pickled majesty is holding up. And, if I haven't said it already, MERRY CHRISTMAS. Now you know what it's all about!