Hot Dawg!

Jacob and I were just in the kitchen getting breakfast. He was huddled on the carpet with his legs tucked up in his pajama shirt and telling me how cold he was. I said, "Oh really? I am so hot right now."

Jacob responded with, "That's exactly what I would say. I climbed into bed next to you and when I touched you, you felt like a hot hot dog on a barbeque!"

Which reminded me of a hilarious comment Mike made the other day. As I was doing make-the-jeans-fit lunges, I mentioned something about these jeans maybe being a bit too tight still. He said, "Tight jeans aren't so bad. It's sausage casings you want to avoid."

I laughed about that for the next two days. What a perfect description. (Unfortunately, I believe the set I had on were borderline casings, and yet I did not remove them.....)

So if you run into me and have the urge to put mustard on my buns.... I'll understand.