Every morning I have a piece of bacon with my breakfast – no matter what I eat. Before I take a bite, I tear off that super-fatty piece at the end and place it to the side. (This morning was a cinnamon roll, hence the two forks.)
It’s because Skinny Ralph, who is still with us, needs a little something to make his day worthwhile. He patiently waits on the floor in the kitchen until I stand up from the computer, then he lets me know his needs.
“Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!”
Sure thing, skinny boy. Sure thing.
Brad says
Hehe… that’s a great picture 🙂