when i was a little girl, my daddy used to tell me he brought home 'the bacon'. you know - the proverbial, 'got to go to work to bring home the bacon'. in my oh-so-innocent mind, i thought my father worked in a bacon factory. where else would he get bacon to bring home every day??
now that i have my own 'child' (ahem, see above), prince charming & i tease her that we work at the 'kibble factory', & we work very hard to bring home the kibbles. she decided she'd like to join me at the office today to see exactly what it is that's so hard about bringing home the kibbles... thus far, i think she's unimpressed.