Mmmm…bacon.
We had bacon and eggs for supper last night, and the apartment still smells like bacon. I love bacon, seriously, but I hate the way its smell lingers for days. At the moment I’m disgusted with it. So I’m going to take a monumental step here…and clean the kitchen. Or at least the portions of the kitchen involved with the bacon. And when I say clean, well, I mean it the way I clean. Efficiently. And not that well. I’m not domestic. Which is part of my charm.