I haven’t looked at found magazine in a long time but bookshelves of doom just linked there and I started clicking on random finds (because I do so love those entertaining library book finds) and found this one about bacon which just kills me. “Hell, I’ll even wash the pan afterwards.”

Hmm, I think I might need to go fry up some bacon myself.

I’ve got some stuff in the works, a graduation tribute, some birthdays (Me: “Is today your birthday?” Q: “Yes!” Me: “How old are you?” Q: “Almost five!” (She’s really three)) some books, the usual assortment. I’ll get around to it later.