posted on January 25, 2012 with Notes
My dog looks at me like, “aren’t we ever going to get out of bed?”
No, Fenris, we are going to sit here all day while I think about that sculpture critique I have tomorrow. Because I don’t feel like itttt.

My dog looks at me like, “aren’t we ever going to get out of bed?”

No, Fenris, we are going to sit here all day while I think about that sculpture critique I have tomorrow. Because I don’t feel like itttt.

tags photo Fenris