Me: Hey...lemme take a picture of you using the lil icon with the man and the star in the square.
Robby: Why you trying to pull me into this camera mess this morning?
Me: Just smile hell!
Me: (grumbling when I look at the pic) Old fake azz smile...
Robby: Get one of your tripods and figure out the timer thingy Monnie...I have to get to the office.
Me: Okay.
So yeah...I go get the tripod and decided that since it was a pretty day...I'd take the pic on the deck.
Jaru: What the hell are you doing?
Damn...no feet.
SECOND ATTEMPT:
Damn...no feet again.
Phone rang...didn't make it.
Head cut off and squirrel Jaru all in the damn way with his head cocked to the side like he all confused and ish.
I'm done with this ish. It's a gotdamn tan shirt that covers my azz with some tights and gladiators that I'm wondering if I can wear out of the house.
Shit.
(DROPS MIC EXITS DECK RIGHT...)
