I was craving red hotdogs the other day, but was saddened by the fact that I have not been able to find them anywhere in the state of RI. Believe me, it's a small state, and I have tried to locate those snappy little guys at every stop I make. We were discussing some of our favorite foods at lunch the other day, so I mentioned that I have been searching for red hotdogs to satisfy my craving. Most everyone looked at me with the kind of look that comes only when you're caught singing intensely as you drive up next to a car full of stuffy people. I did, however, get a loud scream from my supervisor who agreed that red hotdogs are "the only" hotdogs to have. Apparently, Nebraska and Maine have something in common--yes, you guessed it--RED HOTDOGS! So time went by, and I had put the idea of a nice cooked red hotdog with an enormous bowl of mac and cheese out of mind, when I received a gift wrapped in a pretty purple cooler on my desk. Have I mentioned that I love my job! My supervisor had gone to Maine to visit family and brought back red hotdogs for me. Lets just say that I had a feast on Thursday night.On a different note that doesn't really relate to red hotdogs at all, unless you count family get-togethers that have involved the worlds best hotdogs, I was just thinking about the crazy times that we all have when we get together, so I thought I would post some pictures from Christmas. I apologize if there are any incriminating photos:)
