It's a miracle!

I saw an article on Yahoo the other day about a guy who ordered some pancakes at IHOP and the cook burned them pretty good. The guy's girlfriend said he should send them back for replacements. But he started flipping through them and when he looked at the bottom one, he saw a picture of John the Baptist in it. You know--made from the scorch marks. So he got a carry-out box (M says they used to call those doggie bags, back when they were bags instead of Styrofoam boxes) and took the John-the-Baptist pancake home with him. The article didn't say what he did with the other two. I probably would have eaten all three. But anyway, long story short, he ended up selling that picture pancake on eBay for about a gazillion dollars. M says that one man's miracle is another man's collectible. I asked M if he ever found a valuable picture in his food, and he said no, the closest he ever came was a Ku Klux Klansman in a potato chip.

So last night I was lying on the couch watching Jon Stewart (who in my humble opinion is the best newscaster on  television) and for some reason my attention drifted to the open left-hand door of the mahogany TV cabinet. And there in the wood grain, looking back at me, was your humble servant--moi! I hollered for M to bring his camera, which he did, and he took this picture:

Then he did something to the picture called Photoshopping it--to try to make the miracle stand out a little better. Here is the result:

Personally I think the first version is better, but he liked the second, so I decided to put them both up here. Can you see St. Buddy of the Sinkhole? (It helps if you squint your eyes.)

I asked M if we could sell the door on eBay and he said no. Then I said how about the whole entertainment center and he told me to to stop pushing his buttons, that I was lucky I got to watch his TV. Oh, well, who needs a gazillion dollars? I have M and J. And they have me!

Oops--almost forgot. Here's the Klansman in the potato chip: