What kind of stupid time warp does today exist in, anyway? It’s 3:30 on a Wednesday in the middle of one of the longest months ever, I have no motivation, and time is passing so slowly that I feel like a target in a shooting gallery: I’m overwhelmed by things I want or need to do, and then PING! I get shot down by feelings of lethargy. I recuperate by procrastinating until I stress myself to action again, upon which point I stand back up with thoughts of productivity and goal-accomplishing on my mind and PING! I’m down again. And yet this day will not end.
The Minnesota State Fair starts tomorrow and both Jason & I took Friday off so we could go to the Brad Paisley concert and gorge ourselves on alligator nuggets (seriously, I love the alligator nuggets SO MUCH). The Thing will be accompanying us this year, which I am strangely happy about. Also, awhile ago my mom sent me an email with the subject, “Hey crazy bacon lady,” telling me that there will be TWO new bacon foods at the fair this year: The Pig Licker (chocolate-covered bacon sprinkled with sea salt) and the Big Fat Bacon (1/3 lb. of fried bacon covered with maple syrup. On a stick, of course). Looks like I’ll have to sample both – in the name of science, naturally.
Also, I hear there will be Pickle Pops: frozen pickle juice in a push-up sleeve. Fantastic. I better start training for my culinary descent into Fair Food Frenzy.
It’s now only 3:39. Alert the media! I have apparently found the Fountain of Youth. It exists here within the bowels of Workplace, where you never age BECAUSE TIME NEVER MOVES FORWARD.
Hi,
I cannot post today because I have SIX HOURS of MEETINGS.
(That is 75% of my work day.)
There is not enough bacon in the world to make me happy about this.
We don’t get a whole lot of emails to Pickles & Dimes, but yesterday we hit the jackpot.
First up from Tessie was an email informing me about the existence of The Bacon Weave. Is this name not fantastic in every way? (Unless you’re thinking of a hair weave, in which case: eeewwww.) I excitedly investigated further and found detailed instructions for making your own here.
(It totally counts as one piece that way, too.)
Next was an email from Edith. She wrote:
Dear Shauna,
I accidentally found your site today while on a google search for something cat-related. Let’s just say the google search was prompted by my 5-month-old calico kitten dragging her little bottom across the carpet and leaving evidence behind. Eeeeewwww! I was not happy.
In fact, my mood was black when I opened up my web browser. But then I came across Pickles & Dimes. And I stayed. And your writing style was so gloriously inviting, that I read on….and on…..and on. And now I am actually smiling, and my blood pressure has returned to normal. And I am casting warm and forgiving glances in my cat’s direction, so I think the day is gonna be alright after all.
I just wanted to say thank you.
Your humor saved my morning. I have bookmarked your blog and will return soon to read more. 
I am not lying when I say this is the best email I have ever received. To get an unsolicited compliment from a complete stranger who took the time to write just made my entire week. Thank you, Edith.
From now on I’m going to try to thank someone whenever I see something I appreciate or admire.
Due to the writers strike and Shauna having the week off of work, I will be doing all of the posting this week on behalf of Shauna.
“Bacon, bacon, bacon.”
