Eau de Love

My family LOVES bacon.

I do not like to cook bacon, because the smell permeates the house for days. Tonight I made this for dinner. It was yummy and received rave reviews.

Now the house, my clothes, hair and skin reek of bacon. When the Mister arrived home from church, I was explaining my dilemma. His response..."I love bacon. We should make the smell into perfume."

I reek of bacon and have freshly shaved legs. He is living his ultimate fantasy!

What did you say?

"Holy crackers!" Miss K's version of holy cow/holy cr** or the overused awesome.

Ol' what's his name

Miss K came home from school today and informed us she watched the new president in the library. "Ya know Mommy, A Rock Obama!"

Whats up? Not much!

This week has been pretty uneventful in our house. Miss K had a friend over after school on Wednesday and we made play dough cookies. She was out of school on Friday and was climbing up the walls due to immense boredom.

The Mister was in Denver from Monday to Thursday enjoying every second of his long meetings (wink, wink). While the Mister was away, Auntie Jenna was here and we had some girly girl fun. The Mister and I were reminded how blessed we are to have a temple 5 miles from our home.

We received a fun package on Friday afternoon from Nana. This included a FANCY eraser for Miss K's dry erase board and a fun little kitchen gadget for me, among other cool treats. Mom - I went to buy a small box of powdered milk today, I am craving the smell of bread.

Oh, one other small thing, I've lost 10 pounds since Christmas.

Precious Gem

"Mom, what day are you going to start losing weight?" Thanks for pointing out the obvious to everyone at the store while we were buying your snow boots. I can't forget to thank you for reminding me that I need to buy the food they sell on TV and how I can pay for it by selling my gold. (It snowed all day Tuesday and she watched way too many cartoons.)

Miss K "helped" mop the floor while the Mister was at YM on Wednesday. Thursday morning she woke up and walked to the back door, low and behold muddy paw prints everywhere. "Uuuggghhh! I just mopped this floor last night and it is already a mess!" Join the club.

"Your just KILLING me!" Love, when you drag your dollhouse, furniture, barbies, doll's and the kitchen sink to the family room, it is your job to take it back upstairs before bed. I'll try not to "kill" you tomorrow.