I'm starting my own blog. This way you can look at things I write about and not have to be bombarded with pictures of our son. He is very handsome though, so please feel free to visit our blog.
Anyway, I'll give some background on my blog address. A few years ago my family's cat passed away at approximately the age of 17. His name was Snowball and he passed while my family was in Lake Powell boating. Everyone, except Lindsay. She called me up while I was sitting in the houseboat enjoying the sunny weather. She said "Snowball is dead". Those words hit me with such a force that I won't soon forget.
I of course instructed her to take care of our beloved cat, just as we had taken care of the myriad of dead hamsters that met untimely deaths. Most of whom can attribute their demise to Snowball, coincidentally.
Me: Wrap him in an old towel and stick him in the freezer unitl we get home
Linds: I'm not touching him! Okay, okay... why don't I just bury him?
Of course, she was right. Apparently, she held a little ceremony, and when we returned home a few days later, there was a cinder block lying on its side with two votive candles inside the openings. They had burned all the way down.
I guess our pets die when we least expect it, or maybe we expected it and that is why we went on vacation.
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Hey! I think we were in the same mission! Is this the Tyler Free that served in S.D. This is Sis. Kimble. I posted on your other blog, but I was confused and thought that was your sis, but it turns out it's your wife, right? Oops. Anyway! Hi! I don't know if you'll remember me but I remeber we went home on the same flight. I found your blog through my sis-in-laws. Small world!
The story of snowball dying reminds of the episode of the Office when Dwight kills Angela's cat and sticks it in the freezer. I guess you were the originator of that idea Tyler. Nice.
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