Bacon-wrapped Fridays

Theme this week: Wrapped in bacon. Because if it's bacon, it's good. I made my chicken, which was a big hit. After S. carved it and turned the drippings into gravy, like magic. It ended up more like dip, since we are classy like that. Watched Smokin' Fairy lick the cheesy-bacon dip spoon. E. brought bacon-wrapped everything, shrimp, lil smokies, hot dogs filled with cheese and onions, etc. Mmmmmm. I was just disappointed that I had to leave as they were starting Clue.

Had to give the other MA crap for being lame and not coming out to play, especially since she promised to make my chicken a bacon jumper. Which is a brilliant mental image, and somehow much less freaky than the provisional acceptance letter I got from UCSB. Now I am chillin' at home, having seen the episode of What Not to Wear that my mom was convinced was my doppelganger. In my defense, she buys alot of my "offending" clothes, and my clothes (regardless of source) fit me.