Hot dogs. That is what the ketch-up and mustard is all about. I really want a hot dog. Been craving one for days... And yes, I have wandered around my house singing the Armor hot-dog jungle just to see if M will get the hint. I'm not sure I want him to, as h-d's are so bad for you. But they taste so good...
So, the other night as M and I were making dinner, there was a large ker-chunk and the house shook. We looked out the windows and around the neighborhood, but we found nothing and went back to dinner. The next morning as M went to leave for work, he finds out the garage door won't open. I crawl out of bed and pad down to the garage door, look out and see broken springs. The big ker-chunk was the garage door falling 2 inches to the concrete.
Now this is all fine a dandy but the big noise and subsequent looking at out the windows made me realize I'm going to be the crazy old lady who spies on the world everyday, and probably calls the cops every time I see a stranger. Crap!
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