Gobble, Gobble, Gobble

No, I am not talking about Thanksgiving.... although I did eat a scrumdiddlyumptious salad at The Garden House today called the Thanksgiving Salad. But that is neither here nor there. I am talking about the turkey-pigs I have living in my house!

I have a house of teenagers.... well, technically only one true teenager: Nate, 14. But the other kids act like teens already. And appetite is just one of the main teenage hormones rampaging through our house.

I cooked 16 hot dogs for dinner.... SIXTEEN! Lily isn't feeling well so she didn't eat anything. I am not a huge hot dog fan, so I had leftovers. But between Nate, Justin, and Rebekah, 14 of the 16 are GONE! Nate had 6, Justin had 4, and Rebekah had 4. I thought I would have leftovers in the fridge for later, but there are only two left and Bill will probably scarf them down when he gets home from work.