Properly, on the threat of being narcisistic, self-centered, on my excessive horse (?), egomaniacal, you title it, I’m following MAMA’S orders to publish these (not my concept) cutesy-pootsy pics of yours really after which be DONE WITH IT.
You see, within the night, I stand up on my sofa and sack out whereas THEY have an aperitif or watch the information (heaven is aware of why they do THAT with all this dangerous information happening) however papa glances over at snoozing-me and simply goes all awwww and has to snap just a few pics.
I do know, I do know, I’ve an admirer, so I simply go together with it.
(Normally there’s a lengthy head rub previous this photograph session, so I endure it afterward, okay?)
Hey, I’m simply minding my enterprise, okay?
NO, I AM NOT POSING JUST TO BE CUTE! False modesty will not be my gig.
Can’t a woman get any relaxation round right here?
Oh, no, now it’s with the PAWS….Cheesh!
HEY, PAPA, wait a minute, the place’re you GOIN’?
