Im renaming my chameleon

after weeks of hiding behind pillows and trying to sneak up on Pascal so I can watch him - only to peek over the top of the sofa and see him watching me - I am renaming him Mr. Wilson. Because he reminds me of a grumpy old man who just wants to be left alone. I walked in to living room earlier and he was a vibrant almost sea green color. I ran back and grabbed my phone to take a picture and boom...he was on the move and hiding from me.

I photo shop a plane flying into my Seymore when he acts like punk.

This is Seymore he only has 1 head he hissed at me that day . You can't wish them into a cornfield or anything. You can photoshop

I don't think the pics got on here.

Love your photo shop images...They are so gorgeous.

Mr. Wilson is a total jerk. I wake up and go and turn on his light. I take care of him before I even have my coffee in the AM.

Order of business each AM is - 6AM - wake Mr. Wilson, Mist Mr. Wilson, make my coffee in the AM, do an hour of my homework, wake sons, feed Mr. Wilson, then mist sons with Mr. Wilsons mister because they refuse to get out of bed....rush back in and see if Mr. Wilson is eating - he runs away and hides again. I get dressed for work. Get kids out of bed again. make sure they eat, try to catch Mr. Wilson eating again. Feed cats, rabbit and dog, wake kids again, threaten to kill children if they dont get out of bed, finally get middle child out of bed with threats of bodily harm, he gets dressed while others sort of get dressed and eat, rush him out the door to 4H farm where we check on his 3 chickens one baby chick, lamb and steer....drop him at school only to findout the other two have not left the hosue yet, call them onw ay to work and threaten to kill them if they dont high tail it the 2 blocks to school before the bell...all before 8:30 AM.