I spent Sunday morning doing laundry, cleaning myself up, and planning my day. And taking pictures of Ricky, to document his terrible, miserable, how-can-he-bear-it existence: (sorry for the slight blurry)

"You know, that camera flash is annoying."

"And isn't it about time for you to make my breakfast?"

"Now go away, lose the camera, and get cracking in the kitchen."

And here is a bonus phote from last week, of Zeke enjoying a bit of carrot cake. If you look closely, you can see a bit of parrot tongue:

"Yum! We should have cake every day."