I fail.

I was all set to go to First Baptist again this morning. Then I felt like God was saying "Don't go." Not like the sky was going to fall if I went or anything. Just that there might be a better way to spend an hour. Maybe last week was a one-off and I'll never go back again. I wish He'd mentioned something before I had ironed a shirt. I was going to tuck it in and everything. I hadn't made up my mind about whether to put on a tie yet...

So I tried to make some brownies for our Vineyard monthly pot luck instead. It's been a long time since I made my secret passion brownies, but it was kind of like riding a bike. I popped 'em in the oven and jumped in the shower. When I got out, I smelled burning brownies. I had my easy bake oven set to "toast" rather than "bake." Dammit.

There was a 2 by 4 inch section in the middle that wasn't charred, so I had that for breakfast. OK, it was more like 3 by 6. Either way, the flavor was there, but the texture was all wrong. I give up on brownies for today.