for dinner tonight. One of the items I told her to get was a package of eight hot dogs. She texted me pictures of all the hotdogs and I said, just get the best looking package of eight. Seeing in the picture an assortment of tasty bun length beef franks, I thought, I can’t wait to see which one of those she picks!

A bit later, she arrives home with the bag of groceries. I eagerly take it from her and start digging through to see what she chose for our main dish tonight. Nathan’s? Ballpark? Hebrew National? Oscar Meyer bun length beef? Nope. To my dismay, I pull out a small red package with eight pinkish…wait for it…Armour “hot dogs from chicken and pork.” Womp womp.

It is then that I decided I need to disown or marry off said daughter ASAP. I have failed. 😞