Friday, January 30, 2009
Ever since I decided to substitute in our own town so I could try to get a job locally, I have been earning a pittance. My husband handed me a check that came in the mail for me today so I could sign it. He announced, "Here is some bacon." We always call my check bacon, it is just our thing. I complained, "It is so not bacon, it is barely bacon." You know what he said, right? "It's Bacon bits babe."
Posted by Michelle Wendt of SRI & ETTC at Friday, January 30, 2009