Waldo likes to dine at the place where I have regular breakfasts. He's gotten a little doughy and feminine and experimental with his color schemes in his twilight years (helllllooooooo teen vampire Internet traffic), but he's still a great hider. The horizontal lines on his shirt really blend into that brick.
Oh. Oh god. Life will never be the same.
Posted by: Petrea Burchard | June 27, 2009 at 05:56 PM