It has come to my attention via comments, emails, tweets and well-dressed protestors parked out the front of my home making a racket with Tiffany and Co vuvuzelas, that, generally speaking (or violent chanting, as they are wont to do) my cat, Meowbert, is of more interest than my beauty posts.
This would be offensive, except for the fact that I agree. He IS far more exciting than posts on blackheads or fancy manicures featuring bow-ties and/or flags. (Just on that, have we all admitted that those photos of our nails we're putting on Instagram or Twitter is just a slightly slicker version of those tacky, glittery palm tree talons we see collecting dust at our local nail bar? We have? Cool. Just checking.)
Even when he is moodily lit sitting on the wizzer late at night, watching me as I brush my teeth. Especially when he is moodily lit sitting on the wizzer late at night, watching me as I brush my teeth.