I’m going to get right to it. No delaying this. A few days ago it was National Hamburger Day. Not just your ordinary hamburger day such as everyday, but National Hamburger Day. Anyway when that was told to me, and first off let me say I’m embarrassed I had to be told, I am ashamed to admit we were on the verge of having hot dogs that night. Holy cow I’m the hambuger’s best friend. If it weren’t for me McDonald’s wouldn’t have the sign out front of how many they sold. Hell it would probably still be in double digits. When I told my wife of this dilemma she immediately started up saying, “I knew it, I knew it”, and off to the store she went, and without too much fanfare I have to say. Anyway I feel an apology is in order. Like I need to call Mr. Hamburger and fess up. His star pupil let him down and damn near ate a hot dog to boot. No offense Mr. Hot Dog! Confession is good for the soul they say, so getting this off my chest was a great weight lifted and all I can do is beg forgiveness from Mr. Hamburger.