And Your Sins Shall Be Visited Onto...

Last night Scott grilled steak, scallops, and shrimp for dinner; and I steamed the perfect artichokes. Scott opened a bottle of red wine to accompany this feast, even though we were planning to drink champagne while we watched the Oscars. By the closing credits with Hugh Jackman waving bye-bye and everyone in India happy, we had managed to polish off a bottle of each. (Oh. My. Gawd.)

So why was it that what awakened us in the middle of the night was the unmistakable sounds of the dog puking?