(No Longer) North of Foster, (Still) Left of Center
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
She wishes she could hate me to death
We've been playing this game where she hides behind the banister when I try to take her picture and then she leans out just far enough to show me her scowl of displeasure when she can tell I've stopped pointing my phone in her direction. But I totally just faked her out long enough to capture her Glare of Painful Bloody Death before she could suppress it for the paparazzi. And now I'm afraid to go upstairs.