Bacon is greasy and crunchy. It's chewy and salty. It's delectable and balanced. Bacon is akin to nature's perfect food. I'd never contemplated the idea of improving bacon. I don't think many people have.
I'd tried carpet spot and stain remover on a few occasions and all that seemed to accomplish was to make the spot disappear for a short time only to return bigger and bolder within a few days. My spots kept reinventing themselves by performing a reappearing act worthy of Houdini.
When the phone rang, it was a mystery. No one had caller ID. You had to answer every call. It was usually a race because we all wanted to be the one to get to the phone first. Phone calls were exciting!
I'm here today to suggest we come out from under the covers and embrace the sleepy vibrato known as snoring. When you look at it from a logical perspective, snoring can actually be perceived as a good thing.
> It's bothersome and downright exasperating when, in the middle of the night, the dog or cat or maybe both want to cuddle with you in bed and they take up space and their fur gets in your face and one of them even snores, but they love you unconditionally so you make room and indulge in a little snuggling. Last night was bothersome and downright exasperating.
The way I approach life differs now from when I was a teenager or newly married twentysomething. The world has changed as well, and that makes for a double whammy. I have to admit, I am a grown-up, even though I mostly try my best not to be. As such, I take notice of and appreciate certain things more than I did when I was younger, partly because I've changed and partly because they hadn't been invented yet.
But there is one thing I do know about smiles: they wield power, in a good way. If you offer a genuine smile, it is guaranteed to make the recipient feel better. It's a fact. In fact, there are a number of fun facts about smiling that most of us probably never contemplated. Smiling is an innate behavior. We are born knowing how to smile. Ultrasounds have shown babies smiling in the womb.
The newest trend in traffic is the roundabout and it has me terrified. The name sounds so friendly, so casual: "roundabout." I'll come to your house roundabout 6-ish. Let's head roundabout to the beach tomorrow. We walked roundabout the city for most of the afternoon. The word "roundabout" seems as amicable as an old friend and as relaxed as a prewashed pair of jeans.
> It started with a water heater that refused to heat water. Which was a problem. Obviously. I'm not much for cold showers. Unfortunately, it didn't end there. A cold shower is one thing. No shower is another. This next adventure started with a clog in the bathtub/shower, which quickly spread to another tub/shower that was attached to the same drainage system. One clog, two tubs. Three plumbers.
My kids give me gifts, often without even knowing it. This weekend I received a pair, or actually, it was a pair of pairs.