another crummy rainy day...

not much to do on a day like this but stare out the window... oh, and maybe watch mom chase poor max around the house in a near futile attempt to take his picture. i know max doesn't mean to be such a wuss, but that doesn't change the fact that he is. why does he fear having his picture taken so much? who the heck knows... maybe he thinks he'll somehow be sucked into the camera like that one weird episode of twilight zone -- but most likely it's just that something different equals something scary... seriously, he's afraid of everything and everyone (which is why even little ol' me is so capable of scaring the beejesus out of him...) poor boy. here's how it looked when mom tried to fake him out in order to get a picture (and remind me to someday explore exactly why mom is so determined to take his picture when he clearly would prefer a sharp stick in his eye.):

mom first tried to sneak up on max in the family room, where he had been napping sweetly on the couch. but before she could snap his picture, he jumped up, hopped off, and ran upstairs... which was a stupid thing to do since there was no place to hide. mom was sure she had him cornered in the boy's room, but he was too fast -- before she had a chance, he managed to sprint past her and race back down the stairs...

desperate to escape the dreaded flashy-thingy, max scratched at the back door and whined like a little girl until mom let him out into the backyard. wet. gray. cold. but free of cameras... or so he thought. once up the hill, max glanced back at the house, only to discover, to his dismay that, oh no!, mom was pointing that thing at him again. woe was max, who made one last feeble attempt to foil the camera, then held still for the nano-second mom needed to record his image on digital camera memory card for posterity. and mr. max lived to tell about his ordeal... confident in the knowledge he'll be able to run away another day. the end.

(yes... it's been a freakin' boring day and this -- i'm sad to say -- is the best i've got. deal with it.)

"Minstrel: Brave Sir Robin ran away, bravely ran away away.
Sir Robin: No I didn't!
Minstrel: When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
Sir Robin: I never!
Minstrel: Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out.
Sir Robin: No!
Minstrel: Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave Sir Robin.
Sir Robin: Shut up!"

~ Monty Python and the Holy Grail (courtesy Wikipedia)