So on a recent work trip to Canada, I found out to my frustration that none of my viewing-pleasure subscriptions worked in the Great White North. I was being denied the joy of enjoying the new episodes of Miss Fischer’s Murder Mysteries. Are Doc Martin, or anything of value. It only took ten minutes of regular teevee viewing to remind me why we dumped cable all those many long years ago. So I worked on some work-stuff, worked on some t-shirt designs.
Then I got bored. While perusing my Facebook feed, someone mentioned how I am the Viscountess of Photobombing. While that may not be “technically” true, I do enjoy a good photobomb.
And you know what else I love?… the Doctor….
And then, all hell broke loose as it were….
I give you all a taste of how Althea runs amok (and frequently with scissors).
Althea photobombs the Muppets.
No one could show Althea how to get to Sesame Street.
See, Canada! See what happens when I can’t get my Netflix!
Cumberbatching the Cumberbatch
Benedict Cumberbatch may think he’s champion photobomber, but he’s got nothing on Althea.
Every family has one…
Mr. Bean may stumble around and fall into situations. Althea jumps onto planets and stumbles into state occasions.
Marvel finds a new talent
When asked about her superpower, she replied coquettishly that she has the best one ever… she can transfer the contents of her bladder into anyone with a one mile radius.
And I’m spent!
And then my daughter joined in ….
Who stole the Last Fishstick?
Something something ocean ocean…
Wait… what was the question?