I decided that, like many of my fellow Utahns, an event is not truly worth attending unless there are corn dogs for purchase. Corn dogs, which should be available for purchase at any self-respecting event. Like a car show. Or a comic convention. Or the state fair, so you can eat the corn dog while watching some tepid country band like Brooks & Dunn or maybe Poison if they're really, really desperate. I think I may have bought a corn dog at the last fair I attended, but GOD STRIKE ME DOWN if I can remember exactly what year that was. I do remember that the day after the fair, Dobbl and her mommy both experienced the worst vomit festival in the history of time. (other than Ashlee Simpson. She, in herself, is a vomit festival. zing!!)
Why I bring up the issue of hot dogs deep fried in a corn batter is because this is not a day when I would typically scratch out a blog post. Nothing of note has happened* today. Besides corn dogs. Oh, corn dogs! Will ye ever failst me?
*well, not that I can write about on the Internet because certain terms are searchable on Google and straight here it would lead.
Dobbl happened to have a large box of corn dogs in her freezer that we looked at and thought, Hell, why not? So there the corn dogs went into the microwave to be cooked and restored to an edible state, and there it was that I gave up my fingers to test the dogs for thorough convection.
Well.
Corn dogs are slippery in their moisture and light batter grease. And when I squeezed my fingers onto the dog's battered surface, boy, was I in for a surprise! Slip! Splut. The corn dog fell to the ground with a sort of... squishing... noise. It sat there for a moment, taken aback. I looked at it, my eyes widened in utter shock! And then I started laughing.
Dobbl came in to see what the ruckus was about, and saw the dropped dog, and the concerned cat eyeing it with hungry tongue licking her long-whiskered maw, and the collapsed adolescent racked with laughter. She also laughed. We spent a good five minutes laughing about a dropped corn dog. To make it all better, in the process of laughing, another corn dog slipped off the plate and JUST BARELY into the crook of Dobbl's arm. SHE CAUGHT A CORN DOG WITH HER ELBOW. That doesn't happen every day.
Here we are now having a MEH fight and we totally harmonized.
It's because our menstrual cycles are perfectly aligned. No, just kidding, she doesn't even have one. She lost it at the pool.
Why I bring up the issue of hot dogs deep fried in a corn batter is because this is not a day when I would typically scratch out a blog post. Nothing of note has happened* today. Besides corn dogs. Oh, corn dogs! Will ye ever failst me?
*well, not that I can write about on the Internet because certain terms are searchable on Google and straight here it would lead.
Dobbl happened to have a large box of corn dogs in her freezer that we looked at and thought, Hell, why not? So there the corn dogs went into the microwave to be cooked and restored to an edible state, and there it was that I gave up my fingers to test the dogs for thorough convection.
Well.
Corn dogs are slippery in their moisture and light batter grease. And when I squeezed my fingers onto the dog's battered surface, boy, was I in for a surprise! Slip! Splut. The corn dog fell to the ground with a sort of... squishing... noise. It sat there for a moment, taken aback. I looked at it, my eyes widened in utter shock! And then I started laughing.
Dobbl came in to see what the ruckus was about, and saw the dropped dog, and the concerned cat eyeing it with hungry tongue licking her long-whiskered maw, and the collapsed adolescent racked with laughter. She also laughed. We spent a good five minutes laughing about a dropped corn dog. To make it all better, in the process of laughing, another corn dog slipped off the plate and JUST BARELY into the crook of Dobbl's arm. SHE CAUGHT A CORN DOG WITH HER ELBOW. That doesn't happen every day.
Here we are now having a MEH fight and we totally harmonized.
It's because our menstrual cycles are perfectly aligned. No, just kidding, she doesn't even have one. She lost it at the pool.
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