I know some of you were concerned earlier this week when you read about Greg’s pitiful camera. Fear not! He purchased a new camera. He spent this whole weekend stalking Abe, Winston, and I. And I do mean stalking. Every time I turned a corner, he was lurking in the shadows like a member of the paparazzi. He’s going for candids, which means he’s shooting pictures when I least expect it — after I’ve woken from a nap, while I’m eating a snack, as I’m cleaning the toilet — times when I’m at my best and looking absolutely fabulous. OK, he didn’t shoot any of me cleaning the toilet. But he would have if I had cleaned the bathroom this weekend. So that’s why our bathroom is still dirty. No way I’m having him document my cleaning of the bathroom.
As you can see, I’m becoming downright hostile. Watch out, Greg!