i like bacon
Craziness. We got home from church yesterday and feasted on some glorious sushi we had picked up on the way home. Then Scott took a nap (file this away for later) and I bummed around and accidentally fell asleep, even though I wasn't intending too (again, to be filed).
I made chicky-bacon poppers after we woke up, as we were planning on crashing some friends' Super Bowl party later on. However, as the Super Bowl started we began to contemplate wheter or not we really wanted to leave the house (who wants to interrupt a lazy Sunday?). We decided to re-evaluate at half time (man, we were lazy yesterday). I cleaned the kitchen and listened to hubs watch the first quarter of the game, running in for the commercial breaks (yes, this is totally logical behavior. Everybody does it). I finished the kitchen and joined hubs for the second quarter, toward the end of which we decided that we didn't have the energy to pack up and go to somebody's Super Bowl party when we have a perfectly good HDTV set of our own, so we reached the pinacle of our laziness and stayed home for the rest of the game (after all, who wants to have good commercial breaks interrupted by people wanting to have meaningful conversations?).
Problem: I had already made an entire tray of chicky-bacon poppers. The whole house was filled with their wonderful smell.
Solution: by the end of the third quarter hubs and I had eaten our respective weights in chicky-bacon poppers, which was approximately the entire tray. This was even more possible for us to do because we decided, in the presence of massive amounts of bacon grease, that supper was not necessary because we had chicky-bacon poppers (did I mention we were really lazy yesterday?).
After the game ended (yay Giants! Yay best Super Bowl in years and years! Boo Cowboys for not making it and giving hubs and I no real vested interest in the outcome of the game!), hubs and I sat on the couch, watched the postgame and ate some cherries (because possibly having some fruit in our diet would make us feel better for the large quantities of chicky-bacon poppers consumed during the game).
Problem: Cherries on top of chicky-bacon poppers make the tummy upset.
Solution: Tums.
At the conclusion of all the postgame stuff we contemplated going to bed, since it was after 11pm and we both had to work today. It was then that the realization hit me. We had a big meeting/event at 6:30am today, and I was supposed to buy creamers and have them in the fridge by last night. At 11:15pm, hubs and I left for Tom Thumb. We bought the creamers, took them to the church (do you have any idea how spooky that building can be at midnight on Sunday night?), dropped them off, and came back home. At midnight. And by now, our little creamer run had woke us both up that we couldn't sleep (also due to all the napping). So one glass of wine and two First 48 episodes later, we went to bed at 1:30am.
So now I'm sleepy. And a tinge grumpy. And looking forward to going to bed tonight. But overall... it was a great day/night with hubs.
I made chicky-bacon poppers after we woke up, as we were planning on crashing some friends' Super Bowl party later on. However, as the Super Bowl started we began to contemplate wheter or not we really wanted to leave the house (who wants to interrupt a lazy Sunday?). We decided to re-evaluate at half time (man, we were lazy yesterday). I cleaned the kitchen and listened to hubs watch the first quarter of the game, running in for the commercial breaks (yes, this is totally logical behavior. Everybody does it). I finished the kitchen and joined hubs for the second quarter, toward the end of which we decided that we didn't have the energy to pack up and go to somebody's Super Bowl party when we have a perfectly good HDTV set of our own, so we reached the pinacle of our laziness and stayed home for the rest of the game (after all, who wants to have good commercial breaks interrupted by people wanting to have meaningful conversations?).
Problem: I had already made an entire tray of chicky-bacon poppers. The whole house was filled with their wonderful smell.
Solution: by the end of the third quarter hubs and I had eaten our respective weights in chicky-bacon poppers, which was approximately the entire tray. This was even more possible for us to do because we decided, in the presence of massive amounts of bacon grease, that supper was not necessary because we had chicky-bacon poppers (did I mention we were really lazy yesterday?).
After the game ended (yay Giants! Yay best Super Bowl in years and years! Boo Cowboys for not making it and giving hubs and I no real vested interest in the outcome of the game!), hubs and I sat on the couch, watched the postgame and ate some cherries (because possibly having some fruit in our diet would make us feel better for the large quantities of chicky-bacon poppers consumed during the game).
Problem: Cherries on top of chicky-bacon poppers make the tummy upset.
Solution: Tums.
At the conclusion of all the postgame stuff we contemplated going to bed, since it was after 11pm and we both had to work today. It was then that the realization hit me. We had a big meeting/event at 6:30am today, and I was supposed to buy creamers and have them in the fridge by last night. At 11:15pm, hubs and I left for Tom Thumb. We bought the creamers, took them to the church (do you have any idea how spooky that building can be at midnight on Sunday night?), dropped them off, and came back home. At midnight. And by now, our little creamer run had woke us both up that we couldn't sleep (also due to all the napping). So one glass of wine and two First 48 episodes later, we went to bed at 1:30am.
So now I'm sleepy. And a tinge grumpy. And looking forward to going to bed tonight. But overall... it was a great day/night with hubs.
posted by Bonnie @ 2:54 PM
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