Dog's turn to be sick. Sophie I were sitting in the living room when the dog just hurled on the carpet. No warning. No gagging. Just a sudden, silent puke. It was weird, and stinky. That's stuff stinky. I managed to get it cleaned up before Tieraney got home, but the smell was lingering, so we went out to eat. Trouble is, how do you find a place to eat at 6:30 on a Friday night? You don't. Everything was packed. So, we ended up driving all the way out to the old Stow turf to eat at Bellacino's, only to find it wasn't there. I told Tieraney the place was way too popular to have gone out of business, so she looked it up on the iPhone, and sure enough, they'd just moved.
Wasn't that a wonderful story?
Draw play gives us a little more room with which to work.
My ball. 2nd and 7 on my own 10.
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