1. A hot dog cooked on the same stick as a marshmallow had been previously. The white stuff is the remnants of the marshmallow. (Totally grossed me out, but the kid ate it.) Yes! Did I ever tell you how much I dislike marshmallows? In my opinion, they're only good as ammo.
2. A hot dog, only a Dogwood tree blossom somehow managed to land on the end just as she took it off the stick. It was so random and unlikely that I had to take a picture of it. Nope. Never happened. Though I'm sure it could.
3. K2 found a package of hot dogs way in the back of the fridge and decided to cook one over the fire - only when it was cooked all of this gross white stuff bubbled out of one end and we decided maybe she shouldn't eat it after all. Noooo! It's possible. I guess. I mean, you could bring a new package home from the store and find it rotten. I wonder how old they'd have to be considering hot dogs last forever. I think they'd probably still be fresh years after an apocalyptic event...kind of like cockroaches. Did I ever tell you I dislike hot dogs, too?
Tomorrow I'll be blogging from the RETREAT!! I am so ready to go. Well, as soon as I pack my suitcase. But I'm totally ready. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight? I kind of doubt it.