Tuesday, February 14, 2012


We had a plan. We had it all figured out. Let our little Linus fall asleep with her beloved, albeit filthy, pink blanket (aliases "Bicky," "Bicket," and as of late, "Woof") since we know she won't go to sleep without it. Sneak in after she's asleep and snatch it. Wash and return without her being the wiser.

Except something tells me she's in cahoots with the cat, because somehow we must have been ratted out.


  1. hehehehehehehehehehehe.

  2. Hahahaha. Funny how they just KNOW.


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