Friday night after the wretched grocery store screaming, I let Gabriel take some pictures*, and! He is a budding photographic genius! He took this photo of the kitchen, and I'll be the first to admit that the main reason I like it is that it captures the two square feet of that space that aren't a slovenly mess:
He also took this picture of me, and yeah, that's what I turn into after a solid week of butting heads with Mr. Obstinate; a pouty puddle on my bedroom floor (channeling the spirit 13-year-old Miss Grace and her fiercely eyes):
To prove that I haven't locked the brat in a basement dungeon (yet), this is Gabriel marching through a field near our apartment yesterday morning, doing his best to demonstrate that even in his most trollish phases, he can still be pretty charming:
It also helps that he's curled up next to me napping right now, and he looks impossibly sweet when he's at rest. I think I'll keep him.
I took my car to the dealership today. Because I decided that what I really need in my life is a money hemorrhage.
*Yeah, I let Gabriel use my camera. I am insane.