azurelunatic | Whose mind is it, anyway?

Votania was cooking some eggs for herself for breakfast. I hate eggs. She reached up into the freezer and pulled down the package of frozen bacon and set it in the refrigerator to thaw. At the same moment, I asked her if she could fix a fried egg for me. Votania is made physically ill through her complete loathing of pork. She was wishing that the bacon was already thawed.

Did we swap out or something there?