I'm cracking myself up right now. I just had a lovely phone call with Megan in Charleston, South Carolina, who delightedly signed me up for the Bacon of the Month Club.
As we said our goodbyes, she said, chippily, "Thanks for joining!" I felt as though I'd been accepted to a secret society of some sort. Or at least let in the back door at an exclusive club.
I read about this most elite club in this I-can't-decide-if-I-love-it-or-hate-it magazine. (For the record, I didn't actually buy the copy, but read it online). But when I realized Father's Day was fast approaching, and a gift might be in order, I realized this was a gift we would all enjoy. But of course!
In honor of Father's Day, and the bacon, I give you this dialogue* that is oft-repeated in my home (well, just the last line), as much as I hate to admit it.
Lisa: “I’m going to become a vegetarian”
Homer: “Does that mean you’re not going to eat any pork?”
Lisa: “Yes”
Homer: “Bacon?”
Lisa: “Yes Dad”
Homer: "Ham?”
Lisa: “Dad all those meats come from the same animal”
Homer: “Right Lisa, like all those meats come from some wonderful, magical animal!”"
* To quote Homer Simpson, someone I have never, will never, again quote.
