Enough about how we're all going to die if I don't find a job. Let's talk about something REALLY important. Marinka of Motherhood in NYC has a regular feature on her blog called "I'm right, you're wrong" that I'm totally hijacking borrowing today.
My recent unemployment has allowed for Hotter and me to spend lots and lots of time together. It's great when we're doing things like sleeping in with the dog and all four of her stiff, stabby-clawed legs between us and having sex, but not so much when we're talking about what to make for dinner, because one of us is fundamentally wrong here. You be the judge!
The Dilemma: What do you call those bread-things you put your hotdog inside?
The disagreers: MFA Mama, a.k.a. The Voice of Reason, and Hotter, a.k.a. Mr. I Went To Culinary School But Still Don't Know What Those Bread-things Are Called.
1. We are out of hot dog rolls, so we can't have hot dogs for dinner because the kids hate it when we use slices of bread.
2. We are out of hot dog buns, so we can't have hot dogs for dinner because the kids hate it when we use slices of bread.
What say you?