Actually, Natalie and Jasper were sitting very peacefully on the hammock Thursday night until I joined them. It wasn't 5 seconds after I sat down and Nat was on the ground.
All of my 175 pounds was too much for the hammock (a birthday present to Nat a couple of years ago) to handle. It ripped, sending us to the ground and resulting in a pouty lip for the J-man, who just happened to have sore legs after getting his second round of shots today during his 4-month checkup.
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