Torturing Mommy

This time instead of Mommy torturing me, I tortured her. Well, actually Daddy did. Well, we did. As if getting up in the morning and going to work with a head-ache on the day of her performance review isn't bad enough, especially with a load of work that needs to be done by the end of this week, we decided to make it worse.

My job was easy, all I had to do was find a nice spot on the couch and fall asleep. I chose a cozy spot at the end of the couch on top of my pillow. I would have preferred to have two pillows, but Daddy was using the other one as an arm rest.

Daddy's job was to take the picture making sure it was an accurate representation of what the afternoon looked like at home and then e-mail it to Mommy.

This is what we sent her:

I don't know what Mommy's reaction to this picture was, but I bet she sure wishes she were at home cuddling on the couch and eating strawberry cake with Daddy and I.

Here are more pictures of me cuddling or sleeping on the couch: