So many people have approached me about starting a blog, and you should always do what other people tell you to do.
My Facebook status updates have amassed a successful following, but I have wondered if my one-liners can make the leap from supporting character on your news feed to carrying an entire show. I don't know what this blog will end up being other than general musings about the day to day: failing to make ends meet while my husband works his way toward law and business degrees, avoiding molestation on the streets of Philadelphia, hating the celebrity trivia that fills my head, balancing a desperate desire to be skinny with a constant yearning for wine, cheese and chocolate, being judgmental about grammar and spelling, missing family and friends in North Carolina.
But I am certain about one thing: pictures of cats in baths are really funny. A bath for a cat is totally unnecessary and the documentation of it seems solely to exist for the purpose of entertaining humans. Cats don't need baths; they're self-cleaning - like ovens. They hate water and they hate you for putting them there. They are angry, desperate, scrawny, alien-like, and totally adorable. This blog will not focus entirely on cats in baths, but occasionally it will come back to that, because let's face it: I'm not going to make you think or enlighten you in any way. I've never been particularly smart and I haven't always been gorgeous, so at one point all I had was my sense of humor. Let's hope this guy retains his:
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