Dang nabbit, I woke up this morning with a craving for some bacon. Specifically, I wanted to eat eggy in a basket and have a side of bacon to go with it while I finally go through the stack of mail that has been piling up. Most of it looks like junk mail given that there are a lot of adverts for car insurance companies in the pile, still there is some important stuff that needs to be sorted out and shredded before disposal. But in all honesty, I think I may just settle for the eggy in a basket. The bacon is a little scary to eat.

See, I picked up some bacon the other day when I went shopping. I picked up a lot items and somehow I didn’t catch on to the fact that the cashier bagged my bacon with the soda and since I had a lot of groceries (because I waited until everything was practically depleted) I honestly didn’t notice it was missing until the next day. I went shopping at Wal-Mart in the late evening, got back around 2am, put up the groceries, then went to bed. I didn’t notice the bacon was mixed in with the soda until the following day around noon. Meaning the bacon sat out for about ten hours until I noticed it when I decided to have a glass of soda around noon. Needless to say, after swearing up a storm I chucked it in the fridge real fast.

It gets very cold at night and the only [electric room] heater that stays on through the night is the one in the bedroom, so in theory the bacon should still be good. But yeah, I’m still leery of it. Damn cashiers don’t know how to bag right. I mean seriously, the woman put my tomatoes with can goods (thankfully those didn’t get mushed or bruised up), I should have thought to check everything more thoroughly after that discovery. But all the meat, dairy, and frozen stuff was grouped together for the most part that it didn’t even dawn on me that I was missing something.