not a hot dog...MY hot dog!!

Every now and then the universe brings together a melody of things that collide at the same time. And this time it’s hot dogs. We had hot dogs for dinner last night. (A well-balanced meal goes a long way. Amit was full for about oh-an hour and a half on his half hot dog and cried himself to sleep moaning “but I’m hungry, but I’m hungry!”)(TOUGH TITTY!) Also, we’ve been reading the well-known children’s classic (if you don’t have it, GET IT) The pigeon finds a hot dog by Mo Willems. It’s a great little story about (guess what) a pigeon finding a (guess guess!) hot dog! And a duckling who comes along and annoys him about it.

And now Ora sent me a GAZA-WAR news link: Islamic Jihad seizes IDF rocket, hotdogs. Apparently Hamas fighters seized some Israeli army equipment which included some Zoglovek hot dogs. The article suggests that the hot dog packets were already empty by the time Hamas got their hands on it, which is surely a good example of Israeli brutality and injustice in Gaza.

I especially like the quote by Islamic Jihad in relation to the incident: "Our message to the gutless enemy is that our fighters will ambush you everywhere," the group said. "They will surprise you and hurt you in response to your crimes in the Strip. You should be aware that we still possess many surprises that will hurt you and make you sorry."
Gah! They’ll be after our buns next!