Bringin' home the bacon, fryin' it up in a pan ...

The only downside to a lazy Sunday morning enjoyed at home with loved ones and a husband who whips up a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon is the lingering smell, hours later, of bacon.

The bacon I loved with wild abandon (and no thought to the size of my hips) at 10:00 a.m. has become the bacon that haunts and nauseates me some three hours later.

Da@# an old house with no rangetop vent hood!

Hugs to all who are struggling out there and may we all begin the economic recovery personally - and globally - and begin bringing home mega-bacon again posthaste!

1 comment:

Mati said...

Um, Kym? The cure for lingering bacon odors? Fresh bacon odors. Duh.