I can't really let myself think about it.
I don't really want to talk too much about it.
But I have eaten two,
yes 2,
hot dogs this year.
And the last one was just a few days ago.
I haven't eaten a hot dog since, well, I don't know.
It has been over 10 years.
Last Friday I bought dogs and buns and chips and soda and marshmallows
because Jake was having some friends over
and they were going to have a little cook-out.
When Abbie and I returned home from The Celebration
at the park
the boys had the fire pit going
and it just seemed like a fun thing to do.
So I did.
I roasted a hot dog over the fire.
And I ate it.
I'm only now able to talk about it.
But talking this much about it has made my stomach hurt.
So I need to stop.
The point is:
Never say you will never eat something ever again.
Because 10 years later you might.
