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A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.


Sometimes a bloke can be a bit groggy when he first gets up. The mind is generally cloudy, reactions slow and muted.

It's at this point that I like to shove a camera in someone's face.

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Roddy said…
Why then pick on your children? That's right, they can't argue.
Betsy Brock said…
We have tons of pictures of our boys just waking up. There's just something irresistable about those warm puffy faces....or maybe it's just rekindled love for them after the break during their nap! LOL
The sweet curls in his hair....ahhh.
Priyanka Khot said…
You are an ANGEL to do that.

In case it was unclear,.. i was being sarcastic :P
yamini said…
How thoughtful of you Kris!!!!

I'm sure both Henry and Ezra will get back to you when they have chance. ;-)) I would like to see THAT photograph too he he he he!!!!
tony said…
Brilliant Photo! I Bet You Were Popular!
Where does the Cynic Quote Come From?
Kris McCracken said…
Betsy, they hate it.
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, he curls when he sleeps.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka Khot, very cruel.
Kris McCracken said…
yamini, they wouldn’t dare.
Kris McCracken said…
tony, that would be the one and only H.L. Mencken.
Roddy said…
With all these bahs, you are beginning to sound like a sheep. As long as you aren't the judas.
yamini said…
You just wait and watch till they get their hands on a camera!!!!!
Roddy said…
A sheep with a touch of cat.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry already has started with our old camera. I plan to post a few of them soon.
yamini said…
Can't wait to see them!!!

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