A few people have mentioned Tuesday’s #8 to me and so I feel like I should clarify that I’m not talking about (calling out?) anyone in particular. The lower-case thing doesn’t bother me. Also, I wasn’t referring to formal choices in art. I do wonder what it means informally, because writers generally make conscious decisions about things like that even in emails or whatever. Molly said hello in the comments and helped me figure it more. Thank you, miss.
Happy news everyone, I am now the president of hot dogs. Please be advised that cutting your kids’ hot dogs into bite-sized rounds is still dangerous. Slice lengthwise for safety. You can even make a ‘dog octopus.
I did a Google image search for “hot dog casserole” and I don’t want to share what I have found. Suffice it to say that I finally know what to do when I have a package of hot dogs, five potatoes, half a stick of butter, a can of creamed corn and an intense loathing for myself. “Screw it, I’ll make a casserole out of salt.”






