Gus Gus

I've been reading a new photography website and it's making my brain hurt.  I'm trying to figure out my Lightroom since I've had it for over 6 months and am still pretty sure I don't really know what I'm doing with it.  I'm reading these tutorials with the same impending feeling of doom I used to get when trying to study my drug books.  Too much info. Too tiny brain.

I opened Lightroom to try out some new tricks I was learning - had to browse through the ol' archives for some pictures to mess with.  This exercise may have hurt my brain, but it made my heart happy cause I found this little gem!

This is my Gus.  He is a chicken nugget.  When he's being a butthead, he'll cross his arms, tilt his head down and look at me through his eyebrows..."I'm not your Gus!"  Turd bucket. 

But when he's being a sweet little booger, he'll say "Manda? I'm just your Gus, right?" Turd bucket. 

I offered my sister $20 to take him off her hands.  For some reason, she declined.  You'd think she would barely miss him with the other two monsters running around.  Whatever.