I dream of rain

128/365: Even bacon has its limits

For reasons known only to her, my roommate did a lot of prep work for tonight's meal while cuffed. Well, that's not quite true. She ended up doing the work cuffed because she wasn't able to get out of them like she thought. And I'll leave the rest of that thought train as an exercise to the reader.

The funny thing is that she was far calmer and collected when cuffed; she's normally rather harried in the kitchen -- she normally makes me nervous.

Nathan and I eventually stopped laughing long enough to remove the cuffs (post-bacon), after which I got busy making (very dirty) mashed potatoes and broccoli.

Dinner was lovely, but they are following it up with a game of Monotony, whoops, Monopooly, which I wanted no part of.