Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Old Age Has Its Privileges




We got a pizza from our favorite pizza place the other day. When we were done we were all too lazy to clean up right away. A few minutes later, we looked and saw this. We were not sure if he was guarding the pizza or if the box was the perfect spot to sit with his arthritic hip. No one had the heart to tell him that there wasn't any pizza left.

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