Baconbaconbaconbaconbaconbaconbacon.
Tonight Madame Mimolette came over.
We drank my signature drink of Lillet Blanc, orange juice and a dash of Angostura bitters on the rocks*, watched The 400 Blows and ate a pound of bacon**. And it was divine.
*Yet to be named. Perhaps The Bacontini, The Baconrita, or The Baquiri.
**It was a crap day for both of us. My car got towed, an employee poached and I got angry infected blisters from these. Aren't they freakin' cute?
We drank my signature drink of Lillet Blanc, orange juice and a dash of Angostura bitters on the rocks*, watched The 400 Blows and ate a pound of bacon**. And it was divine.
*Yet to be named. Perhaps The Bacontini, The Baconrita, or The Baquiri.
**It was a crap day for both of us. My car got towed, an employee poached and I got angry infected blisters from these. Aren't they freakin' cute?
posted by Oy Vey at 11:02 PM
1 Comments:
What? Merrells gave you blisters? I thought those were supposed to be among the wonder-shoes, the Holy Grail of cuteness AND comfort! I am saddened by this news.
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