
Mister Washburn Foo. Napping on my office chair. He suspects nothing, expects only the sanctity and sacredness of his nap. And then I start cleaning, with the lights on. Someone rolls the vacuum in...
Who disturbs this sacred nap?

Oh, hey, Foo. Sorry. I cannot find my yarn... don't mind me. Just tidying up a bit.

{Am I terrible for loving Foo's look of distress mixed with sad resignation, his tortured forbearance?}
4 comments:
ME PARECE QUE LO ESTAN MOLESTANDO!!!
DUERME FELIZ...
SALUDITOS
Exactamente! Power, misifu.
jajaja... No quise decir "poder" pero: Pobre!
Spellcheck no intiende español!
I love that you capture his looks! ;) He's endlessly entertaining.
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