You know, I'm a busy woman. I'm a wife and mother, I work part time, I'm training for a triathlon, I cook dinner seven nights a week, I'm trying to finish my book to one day (I hope) publish it, and I'm tired by the end of the day. You know who's not tired at the end of the day? This guy:
That guy sleeps 16 hours a day, chews on sticks, chases Alex around the house a couple of times, and eats the 8257485 dog bones she insists on giving him (well, sharing with him. Ick). That guy lives here for free, and in the words of our friend Charlie, eats like a king and sleeps like a king. Which brings to mind kings in general, like Robert Baratheon of Game of Thrones. He is sometimes referred to as The Usurper. Something he and Patton seem to have in common.
See, I'm tired at the end of the day. So when I go into the kitchen to soak a pan, and drag my tired butt back ot the sofa, and see this shit:
Well, I just don't even know what to say. I'm flabbergasted! Seems like Todd represents the majority of Westeros who just up and accept that
Also, please note than neither of them appears to have an ounce of shame or guilt on their expressions. Jerks!