Son of a bag a bones!

On Monday night I had a visitor for a little bit. While we sat around and laughed at approximately everything that happened, suddenly furniture.man exclaimed that he was upset by the state of m.cass's mini table. While he surveyed the situation and devised a plan for fixing it, I crapped my pants with laughter and took a photo. I had to force him to continue the assessment for the photo, since SOMEONE was being a little camera shy. He must not have realized he was framing himself with the table so perfectly.

title cred: furniture.man was telling a story about an old man he works with and he called him a son of a bag a bones. I, again, crapped my pants.