I thought long and hard about what kind of blog post would be fun and entertaining to read and really, I came up bust. Life is about the equivalent of a month long root canal without novocaine right now and it does no one any good to listen to me gripe about it.
So I got to flipping through my photo library trying to find something interesting to write about and I noticed a recurring theme.
Little man seems to stalk me wherever I go. Even though he flees from the camera when I take it out, he manages to wedge himself between it and me every chance he gets.
Here he is again in an unsuccessful stealth attack mode:
Employing the powers of his cuteness:
No matter how bad the day is, its nice to know I come home to this. A bouncing furball of love.
Life can't be all bad as long as there is that.