Mother’s Day Tradition
Me and Jenny went down to the Heat and Eat to get some dinner. It was mother’s day and she was feeling all warm inside. She wasn’t a mother yet, but the baby was kicking so it wouldn’t be too much longer. I figured that we might as well celebrate, even if it was a month early. That, and I really wanted a burger. Jenny ordered a big bacon sandwich and a chocolate milkshake. When she got the sandwich, she smothered that puppy with so much catsup that I don’t even know if she could taste the bacon. I didn’t question her on it though. She always ate strange shit to begin with, so it makes sense that two of them together in one body must be coming up with some crazy cravin’s. Can’t say it was much of a day to remember, but it was the first of what would be come a bacon eating mother’s day tradition.
