Next week, I'm moving to a new apartment. I am using my empty
dining room as a staging area for boxes. I spent the day packing.

Suddenly, Truman, who's never moved before, began bossing me around.
"Put that over there!" he'd shout. "Watch out, that one's
fragile!" he yell. "Hey Lazy Bones! Get to work!"

Well, after a while, I'd had enough. There was a part of me
that wanted to just go over and smack the little guy upside his
head.

Fortunately for Truman, the better side of me, the kind,
benevolent side, the "good" me realized the nefarious plot afoot,
and I grabbed the camera and snapped this picture just before
something bad was about to happen.

I was stunned to discover I'd caught my evil side on camera.
But yes, there I am, just about to do something bad to poor,
innocent, Truman, who was just overly stimulated about moving.
Poor little guy!

A Very Close Call, indeed!