Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

There’s a piggy under my hood

So, yesterday when I turned the A/C on, the weirdest thing happened. It smelled like frying bacon.  And not just vaguely, like, huh, that could be either bacon or maybe grass clippings or maybe I need to change my oil.  It was more like, wow, I’m standing in a kitchen and grease is spattering and muffins are in the oven and HOLY COW I’M HUNGRY.  I’m not even kidding.

How does bacon smell get into Rocky’s air conditioner? And how am I supposed to diet when my car insists on smelling like the key ingredient to an unbelievable country breakfast or really tasty sandwich?

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