Where's My Bloody Ham?

1. I just had a dream that was so real that when I came downstairs, I almost cried because it wasn't true. I dreamt about a HUGE ham, cooked and basted with care by someone other than me. In the dream, I could SMELL the ham. I woke up salivating (just a fancy word for slobbering all over myself). I raced downstairs only to find that the only thing in the kitchen was a still frozen package of chicken breasts that I half-heartedly put out before I took my traditional Sunday nap.
2. Today was the Primary children's program at church. Now, I know that parents feel that their children should look nice and everything. But, what they should also understand is that GINORMOUS bows perched on the top of their little girls heads (which, by the way, are nearly as big as the little girl herself), does NOT equal "nice". I didn't even know they sold those anymore. Then again, I guess the 80's are back.
3. I started to cry during the Primary program when a group of eleven-year-old boys got up to sing, "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission". The only thing I could think was, "Oh man, if you even knew how hard a mission is, you wouldn't be singing that song while also smiling." Don't get me wrong. A mission is a great experience that all young men (and some young women) need to have. But, it's not easy. Then again, I feel like I have a monopoly on hard mission experiences because I served in Japan.