Sure, you love bacon. Sure, you love that great bacony smell, cooking and splattering in the kitchen. Sure, you’re a busy person constantly on the run.
Have we got the product for you:
Yes! You are not dreaming!
Bacon in a can!
The hubs, being the emergency-preparedness, man v. wildnerness nutjob survivalist extraordinaire, bought BACON IN A CAN.
My complaint? Other than the mega-pallet of this crap taking over the garage It’s not extra crispy. No, it’s more on the limp side.
But, I try to look at it as half-cooked like all my plans lately, so half my job is done already, right?
What would you do with such goodness in a can? Keep one in the car for snacking during traffic jams? While waiting at school pickup?
The 4th here was great. And I have a video of the fireworks we saw in our little Bainbridge Island harbor to prove it.
Ah, yes, it was lovely. I even ran my second 5K that morning and managed to move around afterwards to see our local parade. *insert chirping, happy birds*
Little did we know the following day we’d have this in the backyard (& for weeks to come):
Evil, irregular hedge growth, you ask?
Don’t I wish.
That, my friends, is what you get when your husband falls off the ladder while trimming a giant hedge. And breaks his leg.Badly.
And I ain’t gettin on that ladder to finish the job! I have more important things to do, like ice bag refilling, pillow fluffing, and food preparation for the hubs.
The hubs, a rugged Alaskan, calmly said immediately after while leaning on his good leg, “Um, honey? I think I just broke my leg.” In response, the kid and I did our best Keystone Cops impression, scrambling around, bumping in walls and screaming WHAAAAATTTTT??!!!!
And what a silver lining that he’d broken his other leg three years earlier because being the hoarder pack-rat that he is, the hubs still had the crutches.
Now our summer is f#^*$ up,on painkillers topsy-turvy.
To add salt to the wound, while in downtown Seattle for the hubs’ CAT scan the following day, I got this:
Yes, I put 2 quarters in an apparently to everyone but me broken meter and found that little gem ten minutes later.
I swear, it’s enough to turn a person to drink. Oh, wait, I already am at 8am nowdo.
