tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17549049.post113830798116717726..comments2023-12-10T03:22:13.522-06:00Comments on Becoming Ironman: Legacy: No Kitty! That's my chicken pot pie!xt4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15308795755496807869noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17549049.post-1138459762801675872006-01-28T08:49:00.000-06:002006-01-28T08:49:00.000-06:00Brilliant!Brilliant!xt4https://www.blogger.com/profile/15308795755496807869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17549049.post-1138458627800772722006-01-28T08:30:00.000-06:002006-01-28T08:30:00.000-06:00"I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up..."I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me. And since, I don't have a butler, I have to do it myself. So, most times before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again. Then, I wake up, to the smell, of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it is good for me, it's the perfect way to start the day. Today, I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot. That's it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com