It's a freakin' riot. While we're bustling around the kitchen getting coffee and breakfast ready, our old guy is snoring away.
I call this one: Look, Ma, no face!
And you know what happens after 2nd sleeps and breakfast?Third sleeps.

And then comes guarding the house for about 5 or so minutes thrown in there so Mom and Dad don't accuse me of freeloading.
And then, you guessed it, yet more sleeps.

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