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03/13/2006: "Naps"

Things have been uneventful in the house as of late. Saturday night was to be our third annual Barbeque In The Snow, but after a rogue warm front made its way through the tri-state area, it became the first annual Tumble Tries To Cook Meat In The Sleet. Chestnut and I fell asleep in front of the fireplace waiting for the spare ribs to unsog.


Tumble, after photographing our faithlessness, retaliated by devouring his cookings in one sitting in the kitchen, leaving us to discover him in the morning, distended stomach and all, "Call 911" scrawled in barbeque sauce on the kitchen table.