Sausage and Sauerkraut

Lori, I don't know where you ran off to, but I think that if you were to go to where your husband or the Wonder Boy lurks, you would regret feeding them sausage and sauerkraut for dinner. Barely two hours have passed since dinner, and already the smell is unbearable outside of my room. I have locked myself in here, and will not come out unless there is a fire.

Are there any leftover sausages? I am thankful that all the sauerkraut was eaten up. Hopefully, it will all be over in one short, but very stinky burst. Unless your husband, the Snack Man, decides that he hungers for more sausage before going to bed. Then, at least that will be you problem to deal with, and not mine . . .