Every morning, the furry little love of my life likes to help transform me from blurry eyed to bushy-tailed (and trust me, it takes a lot of work).
Since we are all well aware of his flawless purrfection, Teddy dictates my morning makeup routine, whipping my face into presentable shape.
The process begins with Ted using my vanity as his own personal aerobics studio (I mean, it is mirrored and naturally he loves looking at himself while emulating Richard Simmons in Sweatin’ to the Oldies), prancing around all of my accessories, making it next to impossible for me to see the mirror I so desperately need to use.
Upon completion of his workout (and once he’s wasted 14 seconds of my precious morning routine), he tip toes over my eye liners to catch some rays.
When his sunbathing is over, Tedstar promptly sets out in selecting my eyeshadow for the day.
Once we’ve agreed on a hue, he oh-so-carefully directs me in its application.
All of the energy exerted for his five second workout, basking in the sun and project management of making my face presentable takes a toll and TB tends to fall asleep standing up.
Getting a quick second wind after a two minute cat nap, Mr. Ted E. Bear moves on with the rest of his day as I dress for work.
This starts by lounging on my glittery pink hamper. Which is the exact spot I will find Mr. Handsome in when I come home from a long day.
As you can see being your mother’s beauty director every morning is a daunting task. But being a perfect pussy is obviously much harder work.
Just look at Ted.