Monday, March 03, 2008

My Heart Smells Like Bacon

Yep. That's what I said. I was talking to myself and I said, "My heart smells like bacon." I said it wrong of course. I don't know if when one is talking to ones self that one can make incorrect word choices. Maybe I'm just crazier than I thought.

Once I did my laundry at a different laundromat and I swear my clothes smelled like bacon. But this was because I had cooked some pork tenderloin (I'm supposed to add protein into my diet and I haven't yet learned to make things with tofu) and my HOUSE smelled like bacon. But when I walked into my house, I said out loud to myself, "My heart smells like bacon."

I tried to figure out if there was any real meaning to this. Maybe if fried, my heart would smell like bacon, I don't know. Maybe due to my stress out factor, my heart is frying in my chest. Maybe old things I'm holding on to that I really should let go of are making me angry enough to have bacon heart. I don't know.

But if you find yourself saying "My heart smells like bacon" let me know the situation and maybe we can figure it out together.

2 comments:

Pickle'sMom said...

You're so weird.

but maybe I wouldn't love you so much if you weren't...

:)

Brian Davidson said...

I'm with ya, sis. There for a few years, I was convinced that the occasional bag of Starbursts I bought had been manufactured in a factory that also made pork rinds. Nothing like a little sugary fried football. Mmmmm. . .fried football.