Remember how I posted some adorable pictures of me and six year old MacKenzie earlier this week?

Don’t worry: I’m calling her adorable, not me.

Anyway, I was going back through the pictures last night and I came across this one that I think will interest you very, very much:

What’s that you say, interlings?  The picture doesn’t seem that interesting?  Oh.  Well, let me give you the uncropped version of said picture:

Um, HELLO?!?!  I would like to know when it became cool to engage in a little PDA while sitting in rocking chairs outside of Cracker Barrel?  Don’t worry, I blacked out that boy’s eyes so that he couldn’t be recognized. 

But then again, if you’re willing to engage in the PDA outside of a restaurant that mainly attracts 70 year old men… and, well, me, I think you deserve to be recognized on a bright pink bloggy.

Truth be told, after I looked at the picture for a few horrifying seconds, I got a little sad that I didn’t have someone to kiss while sitting in rocking chairs waiting for chicken and dumplings.

But then I remembered that he’s always there with me, even if I can’t see him.

I am, of course, talking about my Imaginary Boyfriend, not God.  Of course, God is always there with me too, even if I can’t see Him.

I just don’t think God is all that into chicken and dumplings.  And, you know, PDA on the porch.