Happy Hot Dog Day (Others may know it as the 4th of July)

I have this weird phenomenon, an odd occurrence, a strange thing that happens to me every 4th of July.

I can't watch the news on the 4th of July, And it's because of hot dogs. My beloved hot dogs.

(I try to explain my unhealthy love for hot dogs here)

Now I like to stay abreast of the latest news, I think it's the Mrs. Kravitz in me (give me a window with a good curtain and I can watch my neighbors all day long). But hard as I try, I just can't bring myself to watch any news that day. No local, no cable, no streaming, no nothing. 

And why does this happen every year? It happens because the news runs a constant loop of the hot dog eating contest at Coney Island in New York and I gag every time I see it.

I can't see it at all. Not even just a little. If I'm walking through the family room and catch a glimpse of a picture of it on the T.V., gag. If I look at social media and there's a link, gag. If Mark turns the news on and I hear it from another room, gag.


Now one thing about me, I can be around a whole lot of mess and I won't gag. I've been a mother for almost 30 years, I taught preschool, I served in the church nursery and I've worked with men. I've cleaned up so many different kinds of messes, my gag reflex took a permanent vacation years ago.

But a few years ago, I turned on the TV, after everyone had gone home from our 4th cookout, and there he was...

a little tiny guy,
with a Japanese Kamacazi headband and
a Nathan's Hot Dog t-shirt,
(the uniform I guess for hot dog eating contests)
SHOVING, hot dogs, (ugh...)
hot dogs in the bun,
that he had DIPPED in a glass of water (whoosy...)
to make the hot dogs GO DOWN easier
64 of them...
(yep, just gagged a little)

It's gross enough to make you want to give 'em up. Almost.

So as we celebrate our country's birthday today, I'll stay news-less until the 5th of July. Let me know if anything important comes up.

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