Hawt Dawgs

Nearly 10 years ago, my friend Andy and I had an epiphany that the world, or at least our little town, needs a hot dog stand. We decided that we would be the ones to give the world the aforementioned hot dog stand, and we would name it "Hawt Dawgs". Then I moved away. Then we had kids. Then we got lazy. Two days ago, our dreams of Hawt Dawg was renewed. We really want to open a hot dog stand. We have decided to make a game plan, do some research and see if we can get it up and running by next spring's baseball season.

This desire to open Hawt Dawgs comes from both of us, for different reasons. Andy loves hot dogs. She believes that in heaven, there is a hot dog stand on every corner. It's her favorite food next to spaghetti. I have a love/hate relationships with hot dogs. I like them sometimes, but only the all beef ones and I prefer that they be cooked on a stick in a fire pit in my Nanas front yard. I am also hesitant to eat hot dogs because I try to eat well. Aside from my insatiable love of chocolate I try to avoid those sorts of things. I'm not always successful, but I shoot for it. I do enjoy a good Chicago dog.

Our biggest obstacle is our lack of motivation. Andy and I are very nearly the same person. We have struck fear in others with a simple smile and a shared giggle. No one knows exactly what we're up to, and they probably don't want to know. We have a history of great ideas, only to wake up the next morning deciding that the bed is warmer than the thought of actually putting our ideas into play. We're lazy. We're neck and neck in the lazy race. We lay around and argue over who is lazier. My sister, who is not at all lazy is quite annoyed by this. Because she will make plans with us, and there is a 50/50 chance that we're gonna back out. We drive her insane. Andy is a hard worker, she's a hot shot over at the local UPS. I am always busy doing something, PTO stuff, running errands for myself and other people. Taking the kids to their little activities. I'm not an unbusy person. But in spite of our ability to take care of our obligations, for the most part, we're lazy.

It is because of this laziness that our husbands are highly supportive of Hawt Dawgs. They don't think we'll ever get it done, so why even bother to do anything but say "hey honey, that's a great idea!" Like when we planned a joint family vacation for the past three years. Or when we told them we were going back to school. To be fair we are both still in school, there just isn't the same passion that there was back then. We are also looking at building new houses next door to each other. These are all things that they just nod their heads in agreement with.

But Hawt Dawgs will happen. And then everyone who doubts us can just eat our weiners!