Very funny, Doc. Veeeeeery funny.
I'll be on the phone first thing this morning trying to set up an appointment with an opthamologist. My right peeper is acting up, and the pain in my ass is unbearable. That would be due to K kicking me there, pestering me to go see an opthamolgist. *ouch...yes dear...I prom...ouch...OK, I will...ouch*
A week ago my eye felt irritated, which I thought was just due to the cold and wind. Some OTC drops didn't help at all. Then I rubbed them (my bad) and that just compounded the problem. *sigh* I'm tired of this. K's right, I need some doctoring.
The running joke is I'm some sort of raging bacon-holic. Truth is, yes, I do enjoy some crispy bacon now and then, but that's usually only on Sunday when I have my customary bacon and egg brunch, and occasionally on Saturday if we eat lunch at Central Market. Then I'll have their BLTA. That's it.
Turns out the real bacon heavyweights (pardon the pun) are assembling this week at the Tropicana Casino and Resort in Atlantic City, NJ for their annual Bacon Week celebration. Check this:
"Hey baby, can I buy you a bacon margarita?" I'm guessing the traditional "What's your sign?" would be a better ice breaker. 'Course, that never worked for me back in the day either, so.... :)
Check here for Tropicana Bacon Week news. (I really couldn't make this up, folks.)