I got out of the car and smiled as I closed my eyes and just....inhaled.
Oh-dear-Ethel-Meman-in-Heaven...that sweet, salty, FATTY smell is coming from my house.
I walk in. Shake my head..is it true?? Did someone make......bacon and eggs for dinner???
Yep. Yeppers. Affirmative. Youbetcha. uh huh. Yes. that would be a positive.
What are you people thinking???? And me going to Weight Watchers ...TONIGHT??
Oh, did I mention the sesame bread, cut thick and toasted, then slathered with ReAL ButTer??
Then I take my egg-beaters, non fat cheddar-cheese-like substance and make an omelet, with 2 thin slices of extra-fiber (!) dry-as-a-popcorn-fart bread, toasted (to try to breathe some life into it) and spread on sugar-free preserves. Salsa. Yes, Salsa. It can make even the most pitiful dish say "Ole"!
Yeah, well, sometimes it sucks to be me.