Tactical error!

It just occured to me that if I truly want to be a Blogebrity, I shouldn't post photos of myself, shorn and makeup-less, grimacing into the cam, my mouth a rictus of pain. In other words, the poo face is unfabulous.

Here's how I would prefer to be seen by the Blogebrity committee: hair extensions in place, face carefully painted, cocktail in hand.

I plan to remain all dolled up like this for the moving men, who are arriving in 45 minutes to drag all the furniture out of my soon-to-be-remodeled rumpus room. Jonny says a gangbang scenario is totally kosher-- in fact, encouraged. That husband of mine!