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Well Sunday's bbq didn't go quite as planned. Jason (Tompkins - new arrivals) and Phil spent awhile trying to get the charcoal to light with no success. Then Jason spent awhile by himself trying. The idea of making our own lighter fluid started being discussed. Wine? Rubbing Alcohol? Cooking oil? So I headed to a nearby store to buy BaiJiu, which is a strong drink that is commonly drunk when men want to play drinking games and get smashed.

Phil was inside leading a discussion with the rest of the folks while Jason, Maddie, and I (Maddie not so much) threw BaiJiu on the charcoals and then lit it. Wow! What a burst of flames. But to no avail. After many attempts and even adding a whole pail of shredded paper the thing would never catch. So we cooked in the kitchen. It turned out well and was really fun.

Bella and I are hanging out on the couch right now as the rest of the family sleeps. Bella just smelled my coffee and went a bit crazy. Oh, the power of good coffee.

Today Bella has a play date. There's this thing called dog socializing that almost all dog websites talk about these days. The idea is that your puppy needs to be around strangers and other dogs so that she will be social and not aggressive towards strangers or other dogs. With living in an apartment she gets plenty of human socialization but her doggy social life is lacking. So today we're going to Mara's house to play with Boaz. Boaz is about 5 months old and about the size of Bella. I don't remember what type of dog he is but he's fluffy and white. Oh, and hypoallergenic which is so weird to me.

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