My sister-in-law is staying at our place this weekend, so tonight we decided to light up the fire pit and roast some hot dogs and then smores for dessert. This is one of my absolute favorite things to do, Todd got me the fire pit for my birthday last year. I don’t care what hot dogs are made out of, they are one of my personal comfort junk foods. Growing up one of my uncles called me ‘Hot Dog’ as a nickname because that is all I ever wanted to eat. We had fun, sister-in-law had NEVER ROASTED A HOT DOG over an open flame before. I was like…what? She can say that no longer.
And here I am with the goofiest hobo hair ever. I’ll blame it on the wind blowing.
Klaus chilling at his Aunties feet, and then saying “UGH” because the smoke monster was coming for him.