My love for vegan hot dogs is somewhat documented here. So you’ll understand how the below is particularly cruel.

The road we live off of becomes a warehouse/manufacturing road as you go in to Wisconsin. A couple of miles in to Wisconsin on this road, I start to pick up a smell… of sweet relish. Then immediately, of warm fresh bread. Then half a mile later, of a grill.

OMG WHAT IS CAUSING THESE SMELLS AND WHY / I WANT A HOT DOG SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is what I think each time I run that route (like I did yesterday). But what do I have to eat? Gels. Citrus and vanilla flavor. NOT hot dog flavor (ha, gross).

I always forget about the smell by the time I get home (I only smell it running north, on the way out), but a few hours later, it hits me. AND I REALLY WANT A HOT DOG. And for some reason, never make one.

I need to make sure I’m stocked up on hot dogs and buns!


The cats’ new hex bugs arrived, and just in time! They ran the battery out on the one Rachel got them. Time to stock up on batteries, too.

In other cat news, apparently the personal rendition I was singing of “Blue Collar Man” when I walked in the door last night was so horrible it scared Apollo away… at dinner time! Whoa! Rude! Sorry buddy, I’m just pumped to see Styx on Saturday!