My husband was scheduled to roll in late last night - leaving me to have to fend for myself for dinner before he got home.
Hmmmm. The bacon fumes should have cleared out by then. Amish bacon from Beef Mart in Valporaiso, IN.
If he asks. . . .
I'll say the ashes in the driveway are from a squirrel spontaneously combusting. . .
While I nibbled on "salad."
No Mom! You've got "bacon breath" he's never going to buy that story.