I lost my bacon!

This story starts at 7:30 this morning when LB was called out to a fire.  Since LB went to the fire, I didn't have to cook breakfast.  Which means that I got to sleep in!

Yea!!!

Well, later this morning when LB still wasn't home, I got to thinking:  "I'm hungry.  LB is probably hungry too.  He's out there working hard without any breakfast in his stomach.  When he gets home he is going to be starved."

So, I decide, that I am going to cook dinner that way he will have a good, nutritious meal before he goes to the farm.  A chicken, bacon sandwich sounded good.  I get all the meat out and thawed, so that when LB calls to tell me he's back at the station, I can have everything ready when he walks through the door. 

This is when it starts to get crazy!

LB called me as he was leaving the station to come home instead of when he got back to the station.  So, I run to the kitchen, (well, more like hobble!) and start banging around the pans and slamming the drawers shut.  When LB walks through the front door, I am holding a package of bacon over the sink cutting it open.  I'm so excited, because by this time it's around 11:30, and he made it home safely from the fire!  I run into the living room and give his smoke stenched body a great big hug and a kiss.  He asked what was for lunch and then says he's going to take a shower, which is my cue to get back to cooking. 

 By this time the skillets are hot and ready for the bacon and chicken. I get the chicken seasoned and in the skillet and then turn around to get the bacon.  But the bacon is no where to be found.  It's not in the sink, and it's not on the cabinet.  Where did it go?  What did I do with it?

The last time I had it, I was standing at the sink and then LB walked in.  I look in the sink again, it's not there.  Maybe I subconsciously carried it into the living room and sat it down when I hugged LB.  I go back to the living room and look everywhere; it's not on the arm of the recliner, or on the table, or on the couch?  Maybe I did lay it down and Moose got a hold of it and took it under the bed.  I run to the bedroom and look under the bed, it's not there.  I go to the other bedroom, not there either. 

By this time I'm beginning to think I lost my mind.  How can someone loose a package of bacon? 

I go back to the kitchen:  It's not in the refrigerator, or the freezer, or in the cabinet where the skillet was, or in the cabinet where the cutting board was, or in the silverware drawer....

By this time, LB is beginning to think I've gone nuts!  He ask me how in the world can someone loose a package of bacon?  I tell him I have no idea!

So, I decide to retrace my steps one more time.  I go to the sink.  I put my hands on the edge of the sink; and I feel something.  I look down and a piece of plastic is sticking up over the edge of the sink.  I grab a hold of it and pull it up.  It was the package of bacon!

The package of bacon was stuck to the side of the sink.  The side of the sink that is closest to you when you are standing at it, so when I looked in the sink I had to be standing directly over the nearest edge to see the package. How crazy!

I felt like an idiot. 

I ran around for 15 minutes like a crazy lady trying to find this package of bacon!  And the whole time it was in the sink! 

I guess, I really did lose something - my marbles!

Well, once I recovered from the mass insanity of loosing a package of bacon, I finished cooking lunch and was then able to continue the rest of my day like a normal person.

Although, LB will neve let me live this down.

Your Marbleless friend!

Amy