Some of you might have noticed that Roscoe and I have MIA since Karl and Ruis's wedding. Just so you know, we have a purfectly good excuse for this. I had enjoyed a few too many nipatinis at the wedding reception and thought it would be best if I let my brother drive us back to Italy. BIG MISTAKE! Roscoe was having so much fun singing along with the radio that he didn't even notice when we came across a giant black hole. Well, by the time I opened my tired eyes and spotted the thing it was just too late. We were sucked in with the stars, the universe, and everything. We were in that darn black hole for the better part of a week, but at least we had a good supply of food and drinks to keep us alive; Roscoe NEVER travels without plenty of snacks. Of course this disaster lead to a lot of paw pointing. Roscoe blamed me because I couldn't drive us home safely and I blamed him for singing rather than paying attention to driving. In the end, the black hole couldn't stand our constant bickering. After five days, it spit us out and told to NEVER come back.
So we are now home, safe and sound (no thanks to Roscoe). We are going to rest up today and then resume our blogging duties tomorrow. See you then!