So. It’s been awhile, eh? How are things? Good? Fantastic. Here, things have been busy and a bit stressful, but overall, I can’t complain. I tend to thrive on stress, actually. (Yeah, I’m one of those people.) So it’s been one thing after another, all the time, which, come to think of it, is how it goes even when it’s not stressful. Life is a series of events, one, then the next, then the next. Oh gosh, how deep. But really, even though there are days when I’m tired and grumpy, mostly I feel pretty good. Energetic. Happy. Like this:
People ask me a lot if I’ve had too much caffeine. The answer to that question is usually a resounding YES OH MY GOSH I LOVE COFFEE.
May I also mention that Sweet Pea, my dear darling bug of a dog is lying on the floor at my feet right now, farting continuously? I can’t breathe. I might die. What a horrible way to go, really, but OH MY GOD SWEET PEA WHAT DID YOU EAT? I have opened a window in the hopes of keeping myself alive long enough to finish this post. This is not really the way to set up the question I wanted to ask, because the question, it’s going to be about food. So I guess I’ll stop writing this paragraph about my dog’s noxious gas bombs.
Alrighty.
So today I was on my lunch break —
True story: when I told a co-worker I was finally leaving for lunch, she said “Maybe you shouldn’t go, because if ever there was a day to leave here and immediately start drinking, today would be it, and what if you got so drunk you couldn’t come back?”
— and I was on the phone and somehow the conversation ended up being about breakfast and for one thing, this person I was talking to seemed to be unfamiliar with the concept of breakfast for dinner which means that he must be an alien, because who doesn’t ever end up in a diner or other diner-type establishment around suppertime on occasion and say “Yes, by Jove, I WILL HAVE AN OMELET,” really? Breakfast for dinner is one of those things that bind us together as human beings, along with being unable to resist loving the song “Don’t Stop Believin’” and having opposable thumbs.
Anyway, my question, which is very very important, and I have brought myself out of my quasi-retirement from almost the entire internet for this, but if you have a moment to answer me I would greatly appreciate it:
Pancakes and bacon is a natural combination, yes? They go together, right? Like peanut butter and jelly. Like Hall and Oates. Like He-Man and The Power of Greyskull. Like a jar of Nutella and a great big spoon. (Oooh! Nutella!) Like…
Okay, you get the idea.
It is the sweet of the syrup and the salty of the bacon, together, like magic. Right? I mean, we can argue about whether or not I’m a total weirdo some other time, because this isn’t one of the things that makes me a total weirdo. Pancakes and bacon: that’s like that moment at the end of Jerry Maguire when he’s all “You complete me” and she’s all “You had me at hello.” (I can’t believe I am using a Tom Cruise movie to argue a point.)
Have I actually asked a question here? I don’t even know. I’m a little rusty at this whole blogging thing, which I think is fairly obvious. The point is that pancakes and bacon — that’s normal, right?
Discuss. And thank you.
XO,
Jamelah
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