Miller Time

We had a momentous occasion this past weekend. I ate my first corn dog. Ever. I have NEVER had one before and really never had a desire. My mom didn't let us eat much frozen food apart from frozen veggies and popsicles growing up so I missed out on the corn dogs, bagel bites (although I have had those and love them) and chicken nuggets. Well, this weekend was Norman's Medieval Fair - quite a sight to behold. There were so many raccoon tails poking out of peoples rears, women's busts busting out of their corsets and long flowing cloaks that I really didn't need a corn dog to make me nauseated, the Fair itself was doing a fine job at that. Oh, and I got to watch a 70+ man put a sword down his throat. Actually, that's a lie. I didn't watch. I got the gag reflex and looked away. And then just stared at Erics face as he stood memorized with his mouth gaping open for the full 1 1/2 minutes it took the dumbie to slowly shove that thing down his esophagus.

But it did offer me the chance to have a corn dog. I was instructed that in order to try my virgin corn dog, it had to be at a state fair or something, not just the corn dogs you can buy frozen at the grocery store. I slathered that sucker up with ketchup and mustard, took a huge bite, and was done with it before I could swallow. Not my thing. I don't like em. It was too greasy, I didn't like the graininess of the corn, and overall it was just unpleasant. I think I'm gonna stick with grilled hotdogs in a regular bun, with ketchup, mustard and dill relish.
But I did it. Be proud. Oh and tomorrow I'll show you pics of the cabinets. Sorry its taken so long. Just one of those weeks.:)