Brigitte has been bugging me lately about adding a twitter account to the blog. No offence to any of you tweeters out there, but I really have no interest in such things. One, I am too cool to be that trendy, and two because I have my paws full managing the blog.
Then I gave it some thought. Why not let Brigitte tweet? Let her be in charge of her own account and she can do with it what she wants.
It turns out that she is the perfect candidate for this kind of social media. Brigitte is a busybody.
I have heard Mom refer to her as bearing a striking resemblance to Betty Kimball.
None of you will know this Betty Kimball. I know I don't, and apparently, she has long since died.
She is a character from Mom's childhood.
Betty Kimball was the neighborhood gossip.
She was the short old lady with a history of mental health issues, who wore her lipstick far outside the boundaries of her lips, and walked around the neighborhood, stopping and turning to look behind her every 10 feet or so. She had a waddle in her gait, and she thrived on tattling on all the kids in the neighborhood for any shenanigans they might be up to.
In turn, the neighborhood kids took great pleasure in prank calling her and toilet papering her house on mischief night.
Mom says most of your humans probably had a Betty Kimball in their neighborhoods growing up, and there may even be a current version living near by you now.
Mom also says that if Brigitte were a human, she would be a cross between Betty Kimball and her androgynous middle school gym teacher.
Only the best qualities of both, of course.
Brigitte most certainly waddles when she walks, and she definitely likes to "stir the pot".
That being said, you may notice the twitter widget in the sidebar.
She is Pugbritte on Twitter, and she has no clue what she is doing. But she'll figure it out. She has signed up to follow some of you guys, and Howard Stern.
Feel free to follow her.
She says that she is 10 and she doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks , says or does.
She will tweet whatever she wants.
I told her that's fine, as long as it doesn't turn into a place to brag every time she manages to eat a poop.