To add on to my last post:
Right now, I'm taking a quick break from Saturday Morning Breakfast making to tell y'all that, as the bacon sizzles, The Little Girl is watching episodes of The Inspector. My brother and I would have sooner been tortured and killed than to miss The Pink Panther, which featured The Inspector as well as The Ant and the Aardvark, thus planting Henry Mancini's music forever in our heads.
So, by way of the Al Gore's Internets and Netflix, my kid is watching the same cartoons my brother and I were over 20 years ago.
And I burned the bacon while getting my links squared away. Oh, well. The Wifey likes her bacon burnt. Not crispy, but burnt.
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