Now, I ask you . . .

. . .could it get any worse??? I could cry, but am now to the point of laughing, because nothing I do lately turns out right. I'm in one of those slumps I guess, and everyone probably has them now and then.

I decided to fry a pound of bacon. Well, not exactly a pound because the food processors like to trick you into thinking you're getting a pound - the package is still the same size - whereas in reality they've removed about 4 oz. (or more) of bacon and no doubt raised the price! So I fried the entire less-than-a-pound, figuring I will use most of it in bacon fried rice, when I get around to making it, and maybe crumble the rest of it into some grits. I wrapped it in paper towels and set it on a plate which I covered with foil, and into the fridge it went. When I did the frying I collected the bacon grease into a glass cup, intending to jump start my arteries one of these days with a couple of eggs fried in honest-to-goodness bacon grease. I covered the cup with foil and while holding the cup of grease in my right hand, went to open the fridge door with my right hand, dropping the cup in the process.

The bacon grease ran everywhere - on the floor and no doubt under the fridge and the cabinets in the vicinity. I did a quick mop up with paper towels, followed by a clean-up with Dawn dish detergent, and then a scrub with a wet swiffer pad. By the time I got to the swiffer pad the grease had started to solidify since the floor is colder than the countertop. I think some of it splashed into the box of electrical circuit breakers and fuses which is below the fridge. So what is left is about a teaspoon of bacon grease in the cup, which I am damn well going to save and use when I fry eggs for breakfast on my next day off.

Why didn't I just let it cool and solidify while sitting on the countertop? I was in such a hurry to put it away, and my friends, that is why I prefer to be a terrible housekeeper. Whenever I attempt to clean up and clear off and be a neatnik, terrible things happen to me.

Thankfully I saw humor in the situation, and I don't even think I cussed, which I plan to do as soon as I publish this 2nd post for my Sunday off work!

After I published this post I heard Lady licking something and didn't pay much attention to it - thought she was just grooming herself. I just got up to look, and she is cleaning the grill on the electric panel! A dog's work is never done!