Royal Edict

As your queen it is my duty to make a lot of important decisions regarding the world each and every day. I don't think all of you realize just how much responsibility I balance on my incredibly fluffy shoulders each day to ensure the world doesn't tilt crazily on its axis and we fall off. Ok, that's a bit on the way too drama queen side of things, but seriously, I do have to make a lot of decisions in a day... take my average morning for example:

You can now understand my need for many naps throughout the day and evening. I'm utterly exhausted with all of these decisions.

I was called upon to make another big decision the other day. Apparently my human woman is so incompetent that she can't even be trusted to run a simple drawing for prizes. Ben Rotti wrote to tell me that his human person is none other than the infamous Tristan H that won the ultra mega mega grand cool prize. Seems Ben Rotti's human is as inept as my human, as they made no mention of being related to Ben Rotti when they paid their pledge, therefore my human woman included the infamous Tristan H in the drawing even though Ben Rotti won a prize during the actual week of 100, and the rest is history.

The fact that Ben Rotti ratted out his human was (frankly) a refreshing blurt of honesty and integrity. Ben Rotti is a big supporter of Dogs With Blogs and other bloggers, and he thinks I'm beautiful (you aren't so bad yourself with your nekkid glory).

Therefore, it was a no brainer decision that even the Mutatoe could have figured out... the drawing stands, and I hope to see a picture of Ben Rotti with the ultra mega mega cool picture that was donated by the generous Kara and North Wapiti Pretty Sled Dogs.

Now, while that wasn't as good of a drama as pigs in lipstick or failing banks, it has totally exhausted me, so now to decide which air vent to sleep on... eesh, these responsibilities of mine are endless.

Meeshka