How do you know when you've gained too much weight?
You kill two cell phones in three months just by placing them in the back pocket of your jeans and sitting down. Buns of Steel apparently have nothing on Buns of Burritos.
Allow me to backtrack, just a little.
Several months ago, my old faithful cell phone decided it was time to become a paperweight - one dropped call, failed battery, broken antenna, cracked case at a time. So, when it came time for a replacement, I found a simple little phone that would play a few cool ringtones and fit discretely into my back pocket.
As long as I was wearing dress pants, I was in cellular heaven.
But apparently throwing denim into the mix was just too much.
So I'm now on my third phone in six months - a different one than the last two models, just in case it's not a pocket problem. Not that I have to worry about that: the new phone has a neat little belt holster to keep it out of my back pocket and away from the Buns of Burritos.
Instead, I have a new concern: Does my new phone need any protection from the dreaded Tummy of Tacos?
The ladies down at the McDuffie County Board of Assessors want to make sure folks know they support our troops fighting for freedom around the world. They are participating in "Red Fridays," an internet-fueled tribute that encourages people to show their patriotism through their clothes.
The ladies faxed me a copy of the story that explains the movement. It follows a group of soldiers through an airport and tells of a poignant exchange between a soldier and a little girl.
And, sure, there's probably some embellishment - if not downright fabrication - in the story, but that's beside the point. The story's morale is clear: whether you agree with the war or not, the men and women, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters fighting the battles deserve your support.
Meanwhile, it's time for the annual Relay for Life. I'll be out at Thomson High School Friday night, camera in hand, soaking in an event that illustrates what is great about our community.
There are only a handful of events - high school football being one - that can bring us together for a common cause.
Rich. Poor. Black. White. Blue collar. White collar. Friend. Foe.
For a few hours on a warm May night, none of that will matter. In the face of a common enemy, we'll stand as one.
And that is worth more to me than any amount of money we'll raise that night.