
I have forever, for all my 33 years of life, HATED
h o t d o g s
YUCK! I am very sensitive to smells and from the time I was a little kid the smell of hot dogs cooking made me want to puke. We rarely eat them at our house for that reason. I have tried several times throughout my life to eat one. Like the time I was at youth conference and we spent all day doing a service project. I was starving and all they had for dinner that night was hot dogs. I couldn't even get one bite down I was gagging so bad. Or there was the time Steve and I took the kids camping and they had hot dogs for dinner and I had a PB&J sandwich. That was the first time a hot dog even looked slightly appealing to me. I took one bite and it quickly lost it's appeal. So when Steve came home in the middle of the day today to cook hot dogs on the grill for him and the kids for lunch, I figured I would make a sandwich or eat some soup. But for some very odd reason I decided I wanted a hot dog. I kept trying to suppress the urge because I knew I wouldn't make it past one bite. But I couldn't. I just wanted it. And I ate it. The whole thing. This is a big deal for me. This is the
VERY FIRST
hot dog I have ever eaten. EVER. It was alright. No gagging.
WEIRD.


