How NOT to cook "Pigs-in-a-blanket"

I am frightened.

I am very frightened that 56 people found this review helpful.
Here below is a shameless review from allrecipies.com  This poor man gives other men a bad name in the kitchen. 

I'm sorry but this is hilarious...

“I love hot dogs and this came out great BUT... I have to tell you what NOT to do when you make these. My wife doesn't care for hot dogs so I always have then when she isn't home!! I would toss them in the microwave and make quick hot dogs. Well.... When I made this recipe, I did the same thing. I followed the recipe perfectly except I put them in the MICROWAVE OVEN for fifteen minutes!!! I thought they looked a little over done when I took them out of the oven... I started to take one of them off the plate but it was stuck like glue to the plate. After prying it off the plate I noticed that the hot dog was light as a feather (there was absolutely NO moisture left in the bread or the frankfurter). It was dry as a cork. I attempted to take a bite and found that although it was light as a feather, it was also hard as a rock!! I sat looking at the hot dogs trying to figure what went wrong!! Only then did I realize that I should have put them in the regular oven. My second attempt at the recipe, I put them in the regular oven and they came out five star great!!”


Har har har har!
Would you like ketchup and mustard with that cork????

Yes kids....I had a job.

We spent the weekend in Utah County. We packed up the kids and drove around Provo reminiscing about the past...where Steve and I met, the location of our "first date", where we lived, and yes...where "Mom" once worked. Huh? Like, a REAL job? It seemed at some point we kept driving around and around the same block where I used to work. 

Mountainlands Community Health Center 

Soon it became like a scene from National Lampoons European Vacation, "Look kids....Big Ben!" *five minutes later* "Look kids....Big Ben!"  Somewhere about the seventh pass and where I had said once again, "Look kids....that's where mom used to work." My oldest finally pipes up and asks in utter disbelief, "Mom? YOU had a JOB?" 


Yes, kids....I had a job. And now YOU are my job. I'm severely under-paid but the benefits are AMAZING. 

I know you really don't want to see this...

I know that you really don't want to see what is inside. 

This is a casket.

Deep in the ground.

Being buried by a boy.

A rock to mark the grave.

Inside.

Do not laugh at my blog....

Do not laugh at my blog...I know it's funny.
I can't get that header the right size. It's huge.
I could use some expertise.
A good laugh will help you to live longer.
Maybe I've added a couple of weeks to your life. 
You're welcome.