I Sure Do Like Hotdogs

I'm pretty sure the title and intro to this blog entry tells the whole story: I love hotdogs.

And it doesn't have to be just franks at the ballpark. No way. I can knock back a 'dog at home, at work, on the subway, on an airplane, whilst driving, in the middle of a speech, while voting, etc. I once accepted hotdogs as payment for my considerable -- and in-hot-demand -- closet reorganizational skills. Or should I say skillz. Ha!

I have very few requirements for my hotdogs, in fact only two: only all-beef franks will do and sauerkraut is forbidden in every conceivable way.

So let's give it up for hotdogs, people.

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