Babe strikes back

I had a pretty violent altercation with a pound of bacon last night that has left me scarred both physically and emotionally. I decided to make breakfast for dinner...my Mom used to do that sometimes when I was a kid, and I always loved it...mostly because I am a HUGE fan of jams and jellies. Anyway, so I decided to make eggs, toast and bacon and I even made bacon the old-fashioned way on a skillet instead of in the microwave like I usually do. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten how much bacon grease pops off the skillet and how much that burns when it hits one's flesh. I won't go into too much detail, but I've got burns on my belly, foot and arm. Freakin' bacon. Next time, I'm sticking with the microwave. It may not taste as good but at least I won't be jumping around the kitchen howling in pain.

Hey, it's Friday! Yay!