hock a loaf

Did you get hit in the head with a hoagie?

if so, I'm sorry.

I'm not admitting to anything. I just feel bad for you.

Here's how it went down:

1. Bill makes himself a spot of lunch - turkey dogs on hoagie buns (normal hotdog buns lack a certian something).

2. I hang out in the kitchen with him while he perfects his craft (he's a sandwich genius - and hotdogs are but an extension of the sandwich art).

3. Bill finds a weird thing on one of the buns (looks like some brown sugar or something didn't get mixed in all the way before cooking).

My solution?


let's see that again...


The McCrery household would like all innocent road travelers to know that we didn't expect me to be able to get it past the fence, let alone clear out into the street.

And after we learned of my ability, we genuinely thought about throwing the three dozen left over sugar cookies from Wyatt's carnival out to you. Just to square things off.

but then we didn't.