Assault!...or was that SALT?

Well, don't I feel like a little post-hog? This is two in almost as many days.

I went to Brent Baptist Church this morning with Tonya and Lauren. Let me says this right now, best church I've been to in a while! The sermon was great, people were friendly, and they had killer salad at lunch afterward. Ms. Jo paraded the three "Judson Girls" around and introduced us to everyone she found.

We'd finished eating and were chatting when a gentleman who apparently is the mayor of Brent (whatev) came up to introduce himself. He sat down and out of nowhere grabbed the salt shaker and threw copious amount of salt at Ms. Jo yelling "Assault, a-salt..." and so on (I didn't quiet catch the rest of his joke, I was too busy wrapping my mind around the fact that a grown man had just flung salt over a table while shouting a ridiculous pun). It was at that point I decided I had found my new church home in Alabama. AMEN!

The rest of my day is unimportant in comparison to this wonderful discovery of a new, lame pun to use in my every day conversation. If I throw a salt shaker at you now, you'll know why.