Naps Happen ♦ October 5, 2010 ♦ 1 Comment
What better way to shed a tear for summer’s passing than to indulge in a reverent slumber underneath the grill? William assures me that one awakens refreshed and dreaming of Bratwurst. Puppy, too.
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