K's New Year's resolution in 2006 was to fry bacon naked.
This lofty goal was inspired by our friend John who loves bacon so much that he spent many an hour trying to convince his wife that Bacon should be the name of their first born daughter.
When "Bacon" didn't fly John, whose last name rhymes with "machet," advocated for the name "Paper." (Luckily, his wife is a therapist!)
John's New Year's resolutions for 2006 were to:
1.) Eat more cheese;
2.) Get fatter; and
3.) Touch the breasts of men. (Don't ask.)
[Quite complimentary choices, really.]
But I digress...
Last year at Christmas time, Grandma New York gave us the gift of a splatter guard.
While that may sound mundane, you should know that it is the MOTHER of all splatter guards and since we are
When John saw the sparkling splatteriffic he said, "HOT DANG! That is an AWESOME splatter guard. Now you can fry bacon naked."
Moved by the spirit of John's own resolutions, K vowed that in 2006 he would, indeed, fry bacon naked.
As of this morning, here on this day the 31st of December, K had NOT fried one piece of bacon while naked.
Just a few moments ago, to celebrate the fact that we have two children napping, K and I played a game of "Poke the Grumpy, Middle-Aged Beyotch in the Yippee Yahoo Region."
[She is a lot less grumpy now, by the way!]
In the afterglow K sighed and said, "Well, I guess it's now or never" and he padded off to the kitchen.
He is in there now, wearing nothing at all, frying bacon and making coffee.
We're going have one hell of an afternoon snack!
Happy Splatter-Free New Year!