Kate has classes on Monday and Wednesday which leads me to fend for myself when it comes to dinner. Now don't get me wrong, I can cook (just ask anyone who has had my fish tacos or meatloaf.) However, as we all know, sometimes all we want is something easy. Upon inspecting the freezer, I found some hot dogs. I left two out to be defrosted and finished up some work.
As it came time for dinner I realized that I was not that hungry. It could have been my late lunch or it could have been the leftover Swedish Meatballs I had when I got home but either way I wasn't that hungry. Since I had defrosted two hot dogs I decided that I would at least cook the two and if I didn't have room for the second one I would dump it.
Then I saw some cheese in the fridge, so I decided to make cheese dogs.
Then I ate both of them.
Now I'm washing them both down with a beer.
As I barrel out of my twenties it's nice to see that I have total disregard for the horrendous middle aged gut that will be upon me in the blink of an eye.
But damn those cheese dogs were good.
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