Spotted on a package of bacon purchased today at HEB:
Um, people? That's Bumblebee's eviction date.
The idea that I now have food in my fridge that will still be edible when Miss Bumblebee is born makes me quiver with panic. As much as I'd like to sleep more than two hours without a bathroom break and to not feel like my ribs are breaking in half .... I'd still like to slow things down just a smidge.