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Hotdog Sunday


My mother made hotdogs for lunch every Sunday.

Every Sunday!

Bulk wieners* boiling in the pot, homemade relish, steamed buns, and mustard and ketchup.

I guess it was the reward for going to church … or later on … not going to church, but not joining a cult or another church or wearing a Satan t-shirt.

Changing back into normal clothes after church was to the question, “How many?”        “3” was my usual reply.
Responding with “4” was met with “You can’t eat four!

How could I sensibly argue with that?

No matter what I eat on Sunday for lunch now … I consider it a hotdog.

Always have and always will.


*bulk wieners: 2 weiners wrapped in plastic … looking like linked sausages.

note: one of my brothers refers to hotdogs as “sliders” … cause they slide in and out of you. But he’s a bit rude and humorous. … He’s ruderous I suppose.

double note: I wish I had a pair of wiener tongs … maybe I could deliver a kid or something.


Today #243

Today went off without a hitch, but I didn’t have a trailer … so it was fine.

It Happens Every Day


Every day ends the same way:

… with “day” written at the end of it.


note: why do people say the entire day’s name?

To is Mon; yester was Sun; tomorrow is Tues.

Maybe I’m just a simplificationist … or simple … or something.

double note: no one ever asks what night it is. I guess they’ve had all day to figure it out.

triple note: if you have a “hump year” … that’s kind of sad really.

quadruple note: why are “week days” and “days of the week” not the same thing?
… that rule usually works for everything else!

quintuple note:

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Hey! I knew I was full of something!

… and that cookie tin would come in handy one day.


notes to myself #62

Filling in Social Studies’ test blanks with Fred Flintsone, when you don’t know the answer, will never come back to haunt you.


Lying in bed half awake this morning, I thought it was Monday.
While mentally going through my Monday checklist, it hit me.

It’s only Sunday!!!

I love when that happens.

note: It’s really only Tuesday.