I was trying out the new camera last week, while waiting in carpoop (I spelled it that way on purpose, people!), and took this shot. The Professor asked me like a million times (OK, so it was only about 1000 times - what. ever. Get off of my damn poetic license, will ya?) if I had downloaded it onto the computer, so he could see it.
This is not normal behavior for him. He is usually too cool to be bothering with the goings-on of mere mortals (and yes, he really does talk that way - its all part of his plan to become ruler of the universe. As long as I get a taken care of in my old age, I'm jiggy with it.).
So, curious to know what I had inadvertantly photographed that was of such vital interest to him, I downloaded the pictures and took a closer look.
Ahhhh! It all comes clear, once I blow this picture up a bit, but shhhh! Don't tell him I showed this to you - I might not get that hot male nurse when I'm old and decrepit.
In the background is the object of his obsession with this picture - do I really need to say more? I do have my geriatric years to consider here, you know.
At least he has good taste - and what a snappy dresser! I wonder if those boots come in my size?
I especially love the conflicted look of embarrassment and pleasure on the Professor's face - he knows exactly what is going to show up in the background of this picture. Mercifully, his younger brother is such a hamasaurus, he's oblivious to the potential blackmail fodder going on behind him.
I know - I am in Huge trouble!