No one asked you, Elvis. |
But here are some other things I photographed. What did we do before we had digital cameras and could take pictures of as much dumb crap as we wanted and it wouldn't cost anything?
Oh right, we had standards.
You would take one picture of this guy and pray it turned out this well. |
And here's a picture of our guinea piglet wrapped up in towel after her bath.
Here's how I knew my bread machine was broken.
And here are some pictures of a pretty awesome castle/colisseum that Beloved Spouse made out of blocks. Because he likes blocks.
Finally, here's a picture of Snoop Lion ne Dogg having Christmas at our house.
OK, I made that one up. But if I did have that picture on my camera, I would be the happiest person on Earth. Especially if Snoop had gotten me a matching sweater as a Christmas present. And shared his cigarette with me. And brought a tray of homemade cookies. Because my bread machine is broken.
And because, as you can see from the real pictures, my life is not exactly a photo opp. Except the male lingerie pictures. Which, I repeat, I am absolutely not posting while I'm sober.
So...wait a few hours, is what I'm saying.
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