There’s this website from which I’m constantly coveting vintage-inspired dresses.
I can’t afford them reasonably (not when I can sew the same thing for less than half the cost).
And so, when they announced on their Facebook page that they were giving away a $100 gift certificate for the cutest cat picture submitted, I was jumping for joy. Not because I’m an expert photographer, but because I have one of the funniest cats in the world. (Okay, maybe just a little biased here.)
But I had a problem: I couldn’t decide which picture to post. So I polled the relatives. I emailed pictures to my mother, grandmother, aunt, and little sister. I got conflicting answers. I agonized. I took more pictures when Howie decided to raid the Q-Tip jar. And I knew the contest ended tonight.
So I came in here to make the final decision on the picture.
I went to the Facebook page to upload it.
And . . . the contest ended today at 11:00 a.m. Pacific time.
My pictures were funnier than any of the finalists. And it did me absolutely no good. Because even though I may have had the best pictures, I didn’t make it into the contest.
And here’s the moral of the story:
If you don’t make it into the contest to start with, no one gives a flip how good your pictures were. Except, perhaps, your mother. And Howie. He’s always glad to feel like a celebrity. Especially if it means he gets more Q-Tips to drown in his water bowl.