I know this is weird but bear with me. This is the sort of post that only my almost three year old nephew who has never seen snow would understand. PeDab looks at my blog and because I have the mentality of a three year old, I used up a perfectly good wiener and a sat down for a couple of minutes on ice just so little PeDab could see a hot dog in the snow. I think the photo of John Doe beside the pot belly stove in the previous post may have confused him when his father pointed out that roasting wierner....
"That's not a hot dog in the snow," he said to his dad in an eyeroll tone of voice.
Here's your hot dog in the snow. I would have made you a snowman as well but this white stuff was too crunchy. I'll try to remember to make you an extra special snowman soon. Or better yet, why don't you come up here to Aunt Re Re's house and play with me in the snow? Oh Yes, that would be wicked fun.
Aunt Re Re