I suggested that it might be time to work on our holiday card for the big DWB exchange. So of course out came the same old dumb accessories. Then the fun began of trying on outfits and seeing if we would sit in some most unnatural poses.
I am not a big fan of all this dressing up stuff, I mean, anything could happen. Check out this YouTube if you don't believe me (watch out for the sound track that starts at the 30 second mark, sure to cause uber geeks such as my dorky momma to snort and chortle). PeeWee is not nearly as experienced as my large and preferring to be nekked self, so he had on the elf ears before he knew what hit him.
You can put those dumb ears on me, but I am NOT going to smile for the camera.
The Mango is not an elf!
Oh, now its the Santa hat, is it? Just give me a hot dog.
Oh, gosh, the hat appears to no longer be on my large and not readily compressed head.
I think PeeWee is getting the hang of it.
What have we here?
Kiss me, indeed. That is not even going past my snooter.
Eeesh. What a suck up.
That's better! You tell her, PeeWee, no stupid costumes for us!
Momma thought she would demonstrate.
Ha! Not such a good outfit after all, is it, you dotty old hen?
I don't imagine that this photo would fill my pals with holiday cheer.
Sure, you can balance things on me all you want whilst I am meditating, but what kind of jolly greeting will that make?
Grumble, grumble, momma says she needs to "rethink" her approach. Yuh, we'll see about that.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!