Well, I was going to write some poetry about sausage today, but then I discovered that I can not rhyme. So, that idea flew out the window. Ha!
I’ve been reading Winnie-The-Pooh out loud to the Geeklets. Pooh Bear comes up with some ridiculously clever songs and hums off the top of his head. If a bear of very little brains can do it, why can’t I? This does not make me feel very good about myself.
Pooh and I don’t share much in the way of smarts, but we do have about the same appetite. I can not resist a jar of honey. Must protect it from those sneaky heffalumps, you know. It is precious stuff.
But, back to the bratwurst. I’ve been ruminating. What, exactly, is the difference between something like, say, a normal everyday hot dog, and, say, this:
Who is not drooling right now? Anyone? Anyone?
I thought not.
And with that thought, I shall leave you, my faithful readers. I’m off to go eat a little something.