That entire weekend was spent in Karnie MO, at the Jesse James Days BBQ contest.  We had a good time, but our ‘Que SUCKED!!!  I went into the weekend with grand visions of repeating last years’ success; it was not to be.  Due to myriad issues, we placed so far down on the list I won’t even admit where we came in.  Flat embarrassing.  My brisket did better than I thought it should have at least… I think they may have mixed it up with somebody elses truthfully.  I keep trying to give it the “Oh well, it was a blast” attitude, but in truth I’m perturbed.  KB is trying to weasel us into the Liberty contest this weekend so we can practice up, but it probably won’t happen.  Last we checked they were all full.  That would make the next contest the Big ‘Un, the American Royal.  We certainly don’t put a lot of effort into our competition entries there, other than trying not to get any zeros, so I guess our next real attempt will have to be next year.  DANG IT!!!

Sunday I was home huddled in a bitter funk on the couch all day, thinking of things that could have been done differently at the contest.  Watched some football, and watched my Fantasy Team do well for once… that was about it.  I guess we did go to breakfast at the new, recently re-opened Georgie Porgies.  They used to be up around 85th and Wornall, then mysteriously shut down earlier this year.  A few months ago they suddenly re-surfaced at Gregory and Troost, right around the corner from our house.  Good food but they won’t last any longer than the last several places to occupy that spot if they don’t get their service issues squared away.

No special news on the puppy front.  I guess we are now a two-pitbull family.  Going for that “Urban Chic” look.  Next week we will be installing the meth lab in the dining room and the picture will be complete.