Sunday night I never got to post this. I did try, but lost the whole post due to my negligence. I had the whole thing typed up and lost it as I tried to review what I had written. I'll try again. It was never meant to be on Sunday night... (In retrospect, I had more fun writing this one.)
Do People Really Buy These Things??
I can vouch that people do shop here! I have absolute proof.
I came home from work a few weeks ago and low and behold, what do I find on my countertop, but this odd little fellow ,courtesy of stupid.com, hand picked by Lisa, and paid for with her own hard-earned money. (She has a lot of important expenses.) I was pretty upset with the purchase. She didn't ask me first of all, and I thought she should have gotten the maroon one with the yellow base... my sarcasm comes through.
Sunday night we had hamburgers and octodogs. I was in charge of the hambugers, and Lisa was in charge of the octodogs.
The following is a short, but graphic essay of the event. Children, vegetarians, those of you with weak hearts, and Dachshund owners please turn away.
Prepping of the octodog
The hard part...
Voila!! The perfect octodog.
Here is where we wait for our delicious meal. Mm-m-m-m-m OCTODOGS!!!
Better than Emeril could do.
(Did I mention they were painting??)