Things are not working out as planned.
You might not think it, but this is no easy task. I live with a dog and man who both walk off at the first sign of a camera in my hand. I am forced to look elsewhere for humor. And because I am searching for it, humor is hiding under rocks and crouching behind closed doors.
This week it's about changing it up. Trying to think outside the box.
It seems my box is small and sturdy. Constructed of tempered steel. Impenetrable.
Where's Super Man when you need him?
Or the humor in any of this.
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