Friday after work, I had an appointment to get my eyebrows waxed. I get them done about every three weeks. If I let them grow, they'll grow all big and unruly and eventually, they'll plot to take over the world.
So as I was about to leave, Chris walked me out the door, gave me a kiss and said, "Goodbye, Bacon."
I am used to Chris and all his various nicknames for me, but bacon was a new one. It stopped me from leaving, because really, bacon? That's not the most endearing, you know?
He explained that he was just thinking about bacon and how great the bacon was that we got at the hotel over July 4th. And how much he'd like to have some bacon. He also said that he was thinking of how much he liked me.
You get the picture.
He hasn't called me bacon since then, but we have gotten some bacon for him.
Have you had a slip up like that?