We have a limited amount of rules in our house, as far as Metro's concerned. About the only place he's seriously not allowed is on our beds. (This was decided after we'd become acutely aware of just how many times he either licks himself or tries to use the welcome mat as a butt-wipe...it's graphic, but sadly true. He's royally-cute, but can be incredibly gross.)
You can now fully appreciate the rule...now, can't you??
So, imagine my confusion when Connor (12) sends me a pic-text whilst I'm driving the other day. I'm trying to view this photo and not crash the car...because heaven forbid I actually pull over to look at the text.
The subject line of the text read: "HA HA":
Evidently, Connor came home from school to an empty home...and Metro was so comfy, he forgot to change locations to somewhere less...incriminating. He's on my bed, snuggled next to the covered body pillow I snuggle up to each night (as I am sans mate). He was so comfy, he didn't hear Connor take the first photo, much less this closer one:
"I can't be live the trial was on the bud xlamation mark on believable keep the dug or of my bed be home son. Of."
Ain't modern technology grand??