Cute?

               

 

         This in my "if you shoot that picture, I'm going to kill you look."  It didn't work - he's not bleeding anywhere and he took another:

                            

Dufus posed nicely, however!  This is his favorite place to hang out.  He climbs in and sits there kinda like the Kilroy was Here guy.  From that position, he chatters at the dog, squawks at Andrea and eats oatmeal from my spoon. 

These pictures were taken after I had written my November Challenge entry.  It's a good thing, too.  When I looked at this, I didn't feel very grateful.  I'm only putting it in so you can see how mean Rob can be sometimes.  I mean - you all seem to think he's the perfect husband.  I wanted you to know there are some flaws.  HE thinks I look cute here.  What?!?  Are you kidding?  I think he needs glasses.  I'm glad he thinks I'm cute, though.  Makes my life ever so wonderful.  He treats me like a queen and I've never had that before.  It's really cool.  Maybe older-age love has more benefits than wild and crazy love. 

Okay now:   Please, please do not give Rob any glasses.