
MINE! MINE! MINE!
While I was standing at the rail, watching the boats sailing, this fellow decided to join me.
Having watched Finding Nemo, repeatedly with my daughters, all I could hear in my head was:
MINE. MINE. MINE.
Hee.

MINE! MINE! MINE!
While I was standing at the rail, watching the boats sailing, this fellow decided to join me.
Having watched Finding Nemo, repeatedly with my daughters, all I could hear in my head was:
MINE. MINE. MINE.
Hee.

While waiting to dine on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, this little guy sat there chill’in…giv’in me the big ole fat stink eye.
He knew my intentions.