Does anyone else remember the commercial of the little dog running through the house saying, "Snausages, snausages!" I honestly can't remember what decade this was out of, but it sort of stuck with me. So every time I see sausages, I envision this little brown dog running through the house wanting his treats called "Snausages!"
This past Friday, I wandered into the kitchen to wash my coffee mug and on the counter was this pack of sausages. This usually happens more than once a week. Jack, our Landscape Operations Manager, is from Wisconsin. Does anyone else say "Wissss - consin" in their head?
Anyway, Jack loves sausage. And not just one variety of sausage. He likes ALL the sausages. He brings in packs of bratwurst. Hot dogs. Hot sausage. Mild sausage. Kielbasa. ALL of them. I don't know if he's ever met a sausage he didn't like.
This must be a Wisssss - consin thing, and it is somewhat endearing. What isn't endearing is when he cooks the hot dogs in the microwave and makes the office smell like bacon. Not exactly sure how that is possible, but it's true.
After having a bit of rough week at work, I was having a better Friday and feeling witty. And of course, Jack had his pack of sausages on the counter. I also love to doodle so I took the opportunity to draw faces on all his sausages because, well, why not? Every sausage should have a face and maybe the sausage industry could tuck in some edible eyes and smiles to increase sales? I, for one, might find it more fun to eat them with googly eyes. If you are working with Jack on a project, he will work for sausages.
I don't know about you, but I have some googly eyes for houseplants that arrived this week. Good golly. I wanted to take home 10 new plants. Trucks are arriving weekly and Judy is magically bringing in some of the best! Buy a houseplant. Fire up the grill and cook a sausage. We are cooking here!
