Welfareloser's Blog

so this morning at about 9:30, everyone had eaten breakfast, done their potty bidness, and i was doing a fairly credible job of napping on the couch. dramaqueen was zoned out, too (though this may have been due to the fact that he had wrapped himself in a blanket like a burrito and was slowly starving himself of oxygen.) then EG decides he needs to whip out the camera.

EG: hey MOM, i’m taking pictures!
Me: okay.
EG: roll over so i can take a picture of your face.
Me: no.
EG: *click*

EG: i just took a picture of your butt.
Me: awesome.
EG: hey guys! i have an idea. *unintelligible whispering*
*click*

*giggles and snorts*
*click*

EG: hey mom, you’ve got to see this!
Me: later.
EG: no, turn around or you’ll miss it, HURRY HURRY HURRY!
SM: HURRY!
DQ: WHEEEEEEEEE!
*click*

(note the blanket-toting spazmonkey’s rapid approach)

at this point, i got covered in a blanket and jumped on.

Me: dude! a little help here!
EG: just a second. *click*

(apparently, self-portraits are more important than saving mom from twit attacks.)

then i had to extract my revenge, which EG dutifully recorded:

EG then suggested that i play my banjo for him so he could take a picture of that:

then he disappeared out back to document the next game. so, technically, i could attempt a nap again… i’m almost wondering if i couldn’t get away with it if i hid out in THEIR room to sleep. they’d never look for me there… of course, if they did, their beds are much lower than mine, and i’d be SCREWED.