Have Sister..Wants Hot dog

It always inevitably happens. When you're in a big ol' rush, there's always a bunch of big ol' traffic. I left the office around 3:30pm to pick up Sandy at the airport...thinking, oh, yeah, I have plenty of time to get there by 4:30pm. I mean, I'm already part of the way there if I leave the office. NOT.

The freeway was packed. Packed with traffic all the way to the airport and beyond. I don't understand it. Don't people work around here? By the time I picked Sandy up, it was 4:45pm. Crazy that it took that long.

What was the first thing my sister, who hasn't visited Norway since 2002, wanted? Well, it was a Norwegian hot dog with the works. Here she is chowing down....