Last Saturday, Beard Face Man walked up to us while we were resting in our bed and said, "Kids, today is Picture Day."
Now, I didn't know exactly what that meant, but it sounded awfully important. So I scratched myself, lay back down, and promptly fell asleep. Angel dealt with it differently. She spent half the morning grooming, preening, applying makeup, and generally being her bad fussy self. She really thought she was hot stuff, but I sniffed her butt and it still smelled as bad as ever.
BFM has this little metal and glass thingy he sometimes barks into as he holds it up to his ear.Occasionally he hits the front of it with his opposable thumbs too. This time he stuck it in our faces and blinded us with a bright light over and over and over again. For this I shall dump outside his door tonight.
This is what resulted:
|Angel hogging the bed|
|Angel being prissy|
|Angel moving her head an eighth of an inch to the left|
|A sexy toss of the head|
|Way to frame the pic, idiot|
|Is it time for bed yet?|
|Okay, Buddy. You owe me lots of lap time for this|