Long lost friends! It’s so good to see you!
Welcome to this week’s (month’s? season’s?) edition of Me? A Model? hosted by yours truly, Brody the hound!
Wondering what on earth is going on right now? Mosey on over to the Me? A Model? page for more information.
I know, I know – it’s been a while. Don’t hold it against me, okay? Let’s just put this behind us and move right along to the action!
The time: The crack of dawn
The place: My comfy bed
I’m feeling: Tired. Irritable. Toothy.
It’s getting all sorts of honest up in here this week, folks.
Now we all know that I’m handsome. Some would say painfully so – looking at my glorious mug is like looking into the sun. It’s exquisite, but don’t stare for too long or else your retinas will explode from the beauty.
I mean, come on.
But in keeping with this week’s theme of honesty, I’m about to drop a truth bomb – I’m not a morning person.
Yes, you heard right. I don’t always bounce out of bed, bright-eyed and busy-tailed, ready for the day ahead. Sometimes I need to just take some time to mentally and physically prepare myself for my hectic schedule, and sometimes that means staying in my bed for a few extra minutes to compose myself.
And sometimes my “friends” take advantage of that much-needed down time to take unflattering pictures that, if I’m still being honest, I think will eventually be sold to the tabloids.
Alas, it is the life of the physically gifted.
Since we’re friends, and since I think that you guys seeing pictures of me looking less than Greek god-like might make you feel better about yourselves, here they are:
That last shot is less than dignified, I know. It really makes me wonder who my real friends are.
I don’t want to leave you with that last picture, so here’s a much more typical shot of me for you to cling to until we meet again:
Aah, much better.
Snorts – work that camera Brody. I admit I’m only a morning person because of my pot belly wanting food. After that though, it’s back for a power nap. It’s hard maintaining our good looks, isn’t it? XOXO – Bacon
I’m glad someone understands what I’m going through. Thank you, Bacon, you handsome devil.