Wherein Bry keeps on keeping on.

Today I was on my way to work when I caught myself in the reflection at the coffee shop downtown and realized, "Hey, you can see my bra through this sweater!"

And my bra was pink. Which I think gave it just the extra touch of whore that I would typically go for on a regular old Saturday night, but not the brand of classy lady that should show up to work in Lake Oswego.

It was the mid-way point. Do I go home and risk being late? Or do I rough it out?

I finally decided on Plan C, stopping at Ross in the hopes of finding a $5 special to bring my attire up to the level of appropriateness one should shoot for when going to a job where children will be present.

I know, I'm no fun.

I can't decide if I like this shirt, mostly because it looks like there is a vagina on my shoulder.



Because I started the day out on such a classy note, I may as well go out with a bang(er) and hobo it up with this Diablo Dog that has been tempting me from the Joe's Burger stand that just opened in the mall.

The Diablo Dog is a hot dog, wrapped in bacon, and deep-fried. Then it is covered with chili, cheese, onions, and jalapenos.



It was pretty delicious. I give it 3 out of 4 stars. The bacon was overshadowed by the chili. And really, the bacon should be the best part.