Monday, April 28, 2008

No. Way.

I'm experiencing a food-related malaise that I'm blaming on pregnancy. Nothing sounds good, nothing tastes good, and nothing sits well once its down. Now that alcohol is off the table, food is really the only thing I've got left to look forward to every day (you know, aside from this) and the resultant situation is so depressing it almost makes me cry.

This morning I found out that Cannon Carry Out now serves corn dogs.

(No, I'm not even kidding.)

(Would I kid about corn dogs?)

You're welcome.

(They're not great - the one I had was kind of cold - but they're deep fried and actual corn dogs so shut the fuck up.)

(I'll probably go get another one at 3 o'clock.)

(After the stomachache from eating the first one goes away.)

6 comments:

Aunt Bob. said...

No way! That's awesome.

Anne said...

DUDE!! I might have to come eat lunch with you one day. Do they also have tater-tots?

Em said...

There may be no other time in your life that you can swing a two corn dog a day habit -- so go for it.

nonlineargirl said...

Great, now all I can think is: "mmm, corn dog."

MIchele said...

I had a bad run-in with a corndog many moons ago. So that part kind of grossed me out. But that picture you linked to totally made up for it. They are too cute.

Julie said...

That hug is so sweet -- now if there were only some way to ferment it...