Maggie just consumed a raw hotdog. She couldn't be convinced to let me cook it. I blame her father's influence. At least she's cute. So's her old man. Sick--but cute.
So I would guess that you haven't heard the stories about me refusing to eat cooked hot dogs. It got to the point that Mom could just tote around a package to events in order to keep me fed. I look back on it now and it does kinda gross me out, but hey, it's processed meat- nothing to be afraid of. Everything good (or bad) has been essentially bleached out of it. I still eat them, by the way (cooked, of course). So next time it happens, just give Maggie a hug and congratulate her on learning something from her favorite aunt. :)
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yeah that is not good. but its great that she is so cute!
Hey, this has nothing to do with hot dogs, but *I LOVE YOUR BLOG* :)
So I would guess that you haven't heard the stories about me refusing to eat cooked hot dogs. It got to the point that Mom could just tote around a package to events in order to keep me fed. I look back on it now and it does kinda gross me out, but hey, it's processed meat- nothing to be afraid of. Everything good (or bad) has been essentially bleached out of it. I still eat them, by the way (cooked, of course). So next time it happens, just give Maggie a hug and congratulate her on learning something from her favorite aunt. :)
I used to love raw hotdogs, and I got my mom to let me eat them. Now, I think of it and wonder I'm not long dead.
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