Someplace, somewhere around here is a vhs tape of her first puppy Christmas, 1995, ripping into her first gift, a brand new red sweater that she loathed. But you see, it was never about the gift inside. It was all about the unwrapping. Unless of course the gift was bacon flavored.
|This was her get-outta-my-grill-with-that-stankin'-camera-Can't-you-see-I've-got-a-job-to-do-here? scowl. She was an old pro by this time and had adopted a zero tolerance for shenanigans policy.|
I'm not sure exactly what was going on here but this was her guilty look...like she maybe just ate something out of the kid's stocking.
Sneaking in for the steal from behind.