Me as a shill, begging for votes. Again.
I submitted two pictures of me:
Both of which I hate Dad for staging. See that look on my face? Yeah, it's not faked. Gotta say, though, I am rocking the Gryffindor scarf like it's my J. O. B. All those letters asking to be put on the cover of the final Harry Potter book don't seem so wierd and stalker-ish now, do they? Where's your restraining order now, Ms. Rowling?
Even though Big Brother and I were both in the contest, there was only costume enough for me, especially after the first try failed miserably. I think it's better that way anyway! Lead with strength, best snout forward, etc. etc.
So, GO VOTE FOR ME!
And, in recognition of the wonderful Mom who made all this happen, it's time to show her with her favorite son:
Oh, quit whining Snoufer. You KNOW I'm her favie.