Bacon shirt

I just want you all to understand how hard this whole ass reduction process is going to be for me. To understand what kind of girl I am.

Over the weekend we were out in Palm Springs visiting with Jack's nana. On Easter morning, I got up and went into the kitchen wearing the shirt I had slept in. Mom was cooking bacon. After brunch we all went swimming. After a long day in the sun, and in the pool, we all came home and showered.

The next morning when it was time to leave, having run out of clean clothes on our three day weekend, I threw on the shirt I had slept in Saturday night. It smelled like bacon. "Hhhhmmm" I thought. "Bacon shirt. Delicious!" I sniffed it the whole drive home. Yum.