The local county fair was in town and I had been looking forward to going ALL week! I was excited about getting out and doing something fun as a family, Halie was old enough to ride one or two rides by herself this year, and I was hungry for corn dogs and an elephant ear. Well........wouldn't you know it, Friday came around and it poured down the rain and was cold and windy. I was SO depressed. I plopped down in the recliner, staring out the window and couldn't seem to pull myself together. For some reason, more than the other reasons I had been excited, all I could think about was that I wanted a corn dog from the fair! Robert kept suggesting things for supper and I poutingly said no to everything. I just wanted a corn dog! Finally, my patient and loving hubby got tired of hearing me whine and said, "Fine! If you really want them THAT bad then I'll make you some!" (This coming from a man that for the most part, does not cook!) At first I said no to even that because I knew he'd have to go to the store to get some of the ingredients and I didn't want to put him through all that trouble. Then he suggested that we make them together, as a family, and maybe that would get me out of my depressed funk. So.......I finally gave in, knowing it was the only way I would get my corn dog. We looked up a recipe online and made our own, homemade corndogs. And man were they good! I told him, "Now all we need to do is go out in the pasture and attempt to ride one of our unbroke horses and it'd be like having the rides at the fair too!"
Conclusion? I have a wonderful husband who loves me even when I'm whiny and depressed and is sweet enough to cook me corn dogs. : )