Where Were We?

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie!  Now ... where were we yesterday?  Oh.  Right.  Right about ... here:

"Ha roo."

So, yeah.  Mom took us back out to the front porch to do a shoot with the Santa hats with the trees plugged in this time.  Speaking of that sort of thing ...

"Who turned out the lights?"
"Do you see what I have to put up with around here?"

Of course, it's not enough to just wear the hats, there is some required posing, too.

"But the neighbors can see..."
"So can Santa, Mags!  Let's get it over with.  Quick, Mags!"

She had a point.  So we did it:

Us posing perfectly!

Then Mom realized she didn't really have the trees in the shot ...

"You know, everyone in the neighborhood has now seen the torture you're putting us through!"
"I could be bought off with another one of those Old Mother Hubbard treats, Mom."

Not to break bad on anyone, but sometimes Cam is WAY too cooperative!  But in order to avoid the whole "neighbors" issue ...

"Let's go incognito!"
"Good idea, Maggie.  They'll never know it's us."

Seriously.  You can't tell it's us - right?

"Hey, Mom.  You still don't have the trees in the shot, you know."
"I think this calls for more cookies!"

It's a good thing we're  so food motivated  so patient.

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher