And speaking of parents, thanks for your comments on my post about dear old dad. At this time, both the pieces are in limbo as my parents decide where to hang all their stuff. But up until the big move down south, it was all displayed. My father had the NH piece hanging in his warehouse office for all to see.
On Saturday, the girls went shopping, and I decided to give up candy as my first step in losing weight for my sister's wedding. She's not engaged. They're not even talking about it. But I said I needed a year to lose weight and my mother said, "Oh, once they decide to get married, they're not waiting a year." My sister was dumbfounded by this conversation. I realized I should start now rather than waiting. Sour cherry balls--okay all non-chocolate candy--are my downfall. But I have now resisted them thrice so I am on my way. Once this cold is cleared up, I'm going to start exercising. Saturday night was dinner at my cousin's and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I made the dude leave early; this cold has wiped me out. We had to beg off the baseball game we had planned on for Sunday. I spent the whole day on the couch being waited on by the dude, who took sole responsibility for the dog so I could rest. What a guy.
I did want to remark that Kathryn's comment about the corn was about the, ahem, "Cornhole," one of the crazy dogs from the list Woman's Day put together. And she's right. It's just gross, an abomination. People shouldn't be allowed to do those kinds of things to food.
So which hot dog recipe have you tried?