Set camera timer. Wriggle out of boots. Climb up on wobbly stump. Snap. Hop down. Try again.
Would be much easier if Moe wasn't barking at me. "Throw the frisbee-thing! Throw the frisbee-thing!"
Such is life today. A bit inefficient, a bit incessant, but how can I complain when I've got glittery, striped socks?
