You'd have a big dumb smile on your upside down face, too, if you were that relaxed while napping. I like how Twister looks like I'm a buzz kill disturbing them for 2 seconds. Guess they'll only get 15 hours and 58 minutes of sleep today instead of their usual 16.
Lesson 2. Same instructor. Different time of year (hence the snow on the ground) but such an excellent photo of a parking job I found at our curb I could never bring myself to delete it. I like to call it, "Who says it needs to be straight or anywhere near the curb?" I wish I had a photo of my husband's face when I showed him his handiwork.
My husband taught the first class in front of our house. I like to call it, there's no such thing as getting too close to the curb. The best part of the class is texting the teacher this photo because he didn't even realize he'd left a car parked like that.
For a 30 pound mutt, Twister is an expert at gradually edging you out of prime real estate. His persistent need to push up against people helps. I like that he had her sleeping with her knees at 90 degrees and upright. I actually had to push them to the side.
I like to think Twister is turning his face away in disgust mirroring the thoughts of everyone subjected to this sight. Truthfully, the sound of the camera is probably just disturbing his 4th nap of the day.
This is how lazy parents get a picture with the Easter Bunny when the line is literally 70 deep. Technically, we could have gotten there earlier to get a shot before the egg hunt. But technically, look what my kids decided to wear for the photo op. In my defense, we were rushing to get there after soccer. Not in my defense, we do own hair brushes.
Why should my husband be the only one to enjoy the crap I photograph with my iPhone. I call this one "Woe is me." As in, woe is me why did they only leave one loaf of bread on the counter for us to swipe while they were at lunch?