Where is the $%#*ing BACON?????

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Just then, a minute too late, Stacy and the staff began the breakfast service.

I shan't recount the details because I'm sure you're getting tired of my gustatorial ramblings. Lord knows I am. Suffice it to say that it was all natural, all prime, and all delicious. Still no bacon. Bastards. If this kept up I may have to lodge a complaint.

Come to find out Robert and Jackie, like all of the people we've met in the land of warm beer and cold temperatures, were very nice people. We spent the next hour sharing stories, combing the fabric of each other’s lives.

You would be proud - I didn't even flinch when I found out that Robert was a lawyer. We all make mistakes. I myself have made a few. (I know! Hard to believe but true.) Jackie and Mom hit it off rather well finding common ground in the 'why my husband is a lovable imbecile' thread of conversation. We discovered that they lived in Calgary, rode a good amount, and loved to hike in these mountains. They came for a trip each summer, taking a break from children and work to 're-discover each other'. I had no intention asking them to explain that, as several highly inappropriate images readily sprang to the front of my mind's eye and I was sure one of them were correct. I just hoped it wasn't the one involving badgers.

But chacun a son gout, no? I know you speak Itallian, and not French, but come on. . . a Romance language is a Romance language. Okay fine, I'll translate - People are insane. Wait. . . that's not right. It's 'to each their own' or something very similar. I would look it up but that takes a lot of effort. Before you go criticizing me for intellectual laziness might I remind you that we live in an age where news is fabricated, sources don't exist, and plagiarism is what all the cool kids are doing for fun.

I should be different?


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