Bacon

1) Nutty White Russians were a favourite drink of mine in college. (White Russian w/ Amaretto) This morning I’m listening to Nutty White Russians, also known as Limpopo. Yes, they sing in Russian which, as you know, gits me all tingly. They take old Russian folksongs and groove 'em up. You get the sense that if they were playing in your local pub, you’d be slowly getting drunk on very good vodka. And eating salty fish. And kissing the very red cheeks of the bartender.

2) Boy-child stated this weekend, “I want to be a vegetarian.”
“Okay”, I said. “So what sort of vegetarian? What sorts of protein will you eat?”
“Fish,” he said. “Fish and eggs and nuts. Tofu. Cheese. And bacon. And sausage. And ham and hot dogs. And chicken nuggets. But no beef. Yuck. But I’ll eat lots of bacon.”
I have no idea what to call that sort of diet…lacto-ovo-seafood-porkish-nugget vegetarian? Suggestions?

3) I was tucking Girl-child in bed this weekend, and she suddenly said, “Oops! I stuck my hand in your bra!” I had to look down and s-l-o-w-l-y realize that yes, she had. “I didn’t even notice!”, I said, and we both started giggling. I s’pose it’s natural, as I breastfed her all those years ago. But to not notice? Should I be concerned now that in some meeting-or-other, one of my co-workers will suddenly blurt out, “Oops! I stuck my hand in your bra!”, and I won’t have noticed?

4) I took last Friday off work, so this morning it was nigh impossible to shake off the bliss of a Three-Day-Weekend. I had to git down wid my bad self. And Eagles of Death Metal. I’m linking to some . Videos. Here. In case you need a sexy kick in the pants this morning. Sexy. Yes. So don’t let the boss catch ya.